Down came the rain

Ummm...here's to that ironic swath that slices through the body politic...


Down came the rain


Thunder burst down comes the rain
Lightening strikes to show man’s bane
As the white king’s rule
As the dark king’s reign
Meet dressed to reap a wealth of pain

A crack of thunder a streak of light
In bold relief this hellish sight
A horde of wrong
A host of right
This die is cast comes now the fight

A black pommeled scimitar leaps from it’s sheath
As ebony hooves pound the heath
In challenge
A white hilted sword arcs high
Glows like a bolt from that raging sky

Deaths cold promise of the unmarked grave
That the dead and warlike seem to crave
Two blades scream with the banshees wail
Four eyes burn the berserkers tale
The kings fight on as their captains fail

There on the shreds of kingly rage
In shock at the scope of the price just paid
No honor in battle to survive alone
All men bleed red
No matter the color of the banner flown


There you have it...much as it is...much as it's ever been...





Yousir

a reply to: YouSir

YouSir, this one stuck a chord with me. I hope you don't mind but I felt compelled to read it out loud. Its some powerful business yo. Wow.

a reply to: yobroop


Ummm...hello Yobroop...I'm gladdened that my thoughts might affect you so...This poem is a testament to illogic...and the symbols used by those who would temper such...so that it become palatable...as it is consumed daily by those not willing to look beyond their own personal horizon...

Be well my friend...




YouSir