There’s no delight, no early warning
And so the sky is red once more
The fog of war hangs thick
Upon some misbegotten shore
It looks to be a graveyard
Bloodstained sands and hungry birds
But soon they’ll seek out warmer winds
The consequence of loss begins
What words describe these wasted lives
Enough for you to finally feel
For history, in truth reveals…
The victors write the stories told
The narratives of fear we’re sold
These parchment graves
for saints and slaves
As preachers pray for end of days
More souls to save, more flags to wave
While battles rage inside your head
Cacophony of point and blame
Let the dead bury their dead
Sing out loud, drown out the screams
Rockets glaring, skies exploding,
Bullets fly like so much rain.
Sting and stab while money grabbers
Feed their war machines
You’ve heard it was about the land
It cuts much deeper, friend
There are no heroes in the end
Save those that you perceive
A written record to believe
A flag to give the wife
Twenty-one guns, then salute
Kind words and some twisted smiles
Thoughts and prayers while year by year
The bodies stretch for miles and miles
And now the sky is red once more
The morning sun’s ablaze
They say that sailors must take warning
Trouble’s on the way…
In waves of entertainment
There’s a tempest in your mind
Is it sunrise…Is it sunset?
Horizon lines hold dark regrets
As faith avows what time forgets
How did we lose our common sense
To satisfy our schemes?
The gods and monsters we replaced
With idols carved from plastic dreams
A protest sign more like a stain
A song of hope plays on refrain
Your soldiers gathered in the rain
Seeking vengeance for a cause
Sympathy foŕ vain applause
A job well done, a setting sun
Is profit, for a fool
They walk a line of grace defined
By thousand year old rules
And round and round the story goes
Righteousness, as we suppose
Ignorance accepted
All is subject to the fall
A clarion call reminding you
That death is by design
We’re governed by dividing lines
And devils up above
They murder in the name of love
For kings and glory still
Counting gold like honey…
Seems they never get their fill
As truth is swallowed blindly
Like a jagged little pill
A sip of wine and all is fine
What’s that? You want a rhyme?
Sorry, I cannot oblige
The poets are all dead
Seems something got into their heads
A virus of dark words
Collectivism, flocks of birds
Feathered friends and such…
Seems the facts don’t matter much
Do you remember when?
A cauldron full of now and thens
Spells cast with their steely pens
And now we watch the news again
They say it’s going to rain
The crypto market’s crashing
All your savings were in vain
The stars you worship fell
Bewitched, bamboozled, all is lost
For sacrifice is pointless
When you’re focused on the cost
Entertained by tragedy
Be careful what you say
They’re listening to your messages
Counting syllables, meter, lines
Making sure your poetry rhymes
Calling your free speech a crime
Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard?
The sky is turning red again
The birds are leaving, flying south
I told you several lines before
The tide is pressing on the shore
Bodies, blood, all washed to sea
Now, the sun sinks into twilight
Into mischief…into night
While devils hide in plain sight
Dressed as ministers of light

TM DiSarro
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