CYA

CYA                  5/16/2017

Can you hear the silence

Falling like snow

The cold fear of denial

Like it never happened at all. 

Starkly run along a razor

The battered bodies

Peacefully rotting  

And neatly swept away. 

All trails lead back

And all loose ends are tied

By accident or on purpose

The mighty

And the small. 

It takes a lot of pride

And it takes a soulless few

To damn the lives of many

Off a cliff

And into hell. 

Like clockwork

The moment they guessed

That victory might not be stolen

And death not satisfied.

Each threat removed

And every tongue neutralized

Hidden and excused

By the weak

And compromised. 

It’s hard to fight

With poison in your veins

And it’s hard to speak

With a pillow

In your mouth. 

Frauds, liars

Complicit and fake

Starting imaginary fires

To assault

Who they hate.   

May the snare entrap them all

The one they made

For you and me

Strong and sure

Down into hades.

Let it all come down

And let it all come out

The final truth

Deep, dead

And terrifying. 

Bloody, bloody, bloody

Are the evil in their dens

The worshippers of Satan

On their way

To the end. 

Would be executioners

They dream of genocide

Leading many into oblivion  

With poverty, war,   

And suicide.