And So, The Battle Begins

jo

Waiting
As a farmer waits for rain but there will be no joy when it comes

“Last chance”
The words are meaningless, minds are made up

Preparation
Weapons and food but who can prepare for the loss of life

The world still turns
Like a giant carousel without the smiles

Time ticks by
Each minute, closer to what seems inevitable

Fear or ignorance
Fear will not make it change, ignorance cannot erase it

Confusion
Is it right or wrong, who can decide

News reports
Flashing all day with discoveries, but is it mud on our eyes

Protesting
Voices are raised, others join, they are seen but not heard

Military forces
Real people, sent to defend their country in a game – without an off button

Conflict
Races, religions and nations form gangs with the world as their street

Questions
Nobody has answers, only excuses

Power
The age-old craving takes over

Nervous
An uncertain future, the introduction is complete but conclusions are unpredictable

Targets
A guessing game, some strategies, no second thoughts

Attack
Men become machines, without heart, fuelled by endless supplies of anger and fear

And so
The battle begins

  • Author: jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2021 03:39
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Comments4

  • rebmasters

    A beautiful & haunting image:

    'The world still turns
    Like a giant carousel without the smiles.'

    A wonderful poem x

    • jo

      thanks so much

    • L. B. Mek

      in a word: 'Overwhelmed'
      is how it feel at times
      and that's what your write managed to accentuate and distil, thank you

    • Seek

      In a nutshell, you speak of a reality cast aside by many, much to their chagrin. The power of truth should never, ever surrender to the truth of power. Because truth does not belong to power. Thank you for this evocative piece.

    • dusk arising

      it's the christian way of things, ever since the crusades of the middle ages. Look at the mess that created, there would have been no 9/11 if not for christian war mongering.



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