Muzzle Flash Moments

Muzzle Flash Moments

 

 

Hatred consumes like vandal fires;

liars toss fuel on the flames.

 

Names of peaceful gods; now cries of war.

Fancy flesh is torn away from nude souls.

 

Holes in a flag, holes in a building,

holes in the head of a child.

 

Piles of rocks, piles of dreams,

piles of bodies and ash.

 

Muzzle flash moments;

components of time bombs

 

arranged by clandestine hands.

Demands in smoke, peace restored,

 

swords slid back into their sheaths.

Beneath the red shiny apple skin,

worms have consumed the sweet truth.

 

Cease the violence, cease the movement,

cease the will to be free.

 

We kill, we die,

we surrender, we fall

 

back into the graves

from which we arose.

 

There is no life

with a knife to your throat

 

and boots on the necks

of your babies.

 

Fight on!

Author's Note

Was watching this madness in Egypt, and this is what came to my mind.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Personally I love the moments in history when the worm turns... and the oppressed strike out against the oppressor. In no way do I condone the random violence but I understand where the masses are coming from. Too many African countries are bowed under by the weight of dictatorship, and beguiled by the lie of so-called democracy, when every vote is rigged.

[freelancejouster]

'there is no life with a knife at your throat' and i suppose we're ruling out the life of the incredibly cautious? the stark imagery and complete picture are wonderful. as usual :)

[Robin]

'Cease the violence, cease the movement,
cease the will to be free.'

a helluva muzzle flash from them lines ...

[KAREN]

Solid powerful write and very true!

[Gone]

From your first stanza I knew it was about Egypt! there are some excellent lines in this poem. my favourite being your opening line. brilliant write.