dixie downA Poem by RuseInexgrey sloshing mud, glistening on tennessee coal dirt shale stratified rocks, flat across misty foggy drenched, landscape roads and mysterious hollows denuded land oak trees shrubs calling out for intervention for human revelation hungry men, ragged confederate flag, lyin’ on the barbed wire fence, down ghostly kids, white hangin’ white on the horizon cryin' silently without tears orphans without sound, coming drifting crying out for justice mercy the smell of smoke, cold smoke haggard beards hanging on spent frames of beaten men dead horses skeletal dogs smell of death and famine mixed with hickory smoke haunted land empty cotton fields smutted corn fields blood and guts, stained wooden planks hog’s fat lard stuck on gaunt cheeks lead bullet balls scattered over all creation beggin' to be found rusted in the frozen ground down in the holler tattered denim and flannel petticoats smudged red and black soot cannon balls in every nook defiant black colors the sky powder burned brimstone saltpewter hanging on every hill brought hard with iron fist in cloaks of blue and braids of gold mixed with threads of gray woven by the same hands broken homes with splintered hearts torn and smashed to bits broken jugs spilled corn mash and whiskey screams an' moans heard all over appalacia ozarks smokey mountains carried in the air flowing down all rivers thin frail girls' dirty blonds running after a spectre's call in the frigid wind lookin' for fractured limbs it's in our blood running cold haunts our every dream wafts across our pleasant land east to west yet mostly now forgotten might it happen yet again? so easy to neglect forget what is done and being done to split apart our holy nation by selfish men women too who scoff at unity who raise their fist at authority and God who institutes laws and good to be followed through for mercy's sake yet the rebellious will not bow they chose to follow their own way above the hallowed ancient roads of what is right oh, to speak of the divine is so outmoded, so outdated it fits so much better to speak in the coarse vernacular using words of current events short and quick oooh, so scientific like modern rap cut right to the crap speak only of what is now after all there is a cure for every need at the touch of the internet and cyber space facebook and it's crew is all that matters now all power in the hands of the few watching your every move subliminally tracking your likes and thoughts ever recorded in the cloud newsbits and bites your every move there is no place for his voice the voice who would keep us awake submit to the will of the king for he is God's appointed he does not stand alone but is surrounded by hosts in the council of the highest of heaven's courts © 2019 RuseInex |
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Added on January 19, 2019 Last Updated on January 19, 2019 Author
RuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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