Ten in Ten

Ten hurricanes in ten weeks,
Or so says CNN,
North Korea and Iran
Could be shaking hands
If it comes to WWIII
California is burning
Vegas is still hurting
Puerto Rico has little
In the way of food and water
While Trump signs yet
Another executive order
Could nearly turn an atheist
Into a person of faith
But you know what they say,
Everyone prays in the end.

Tears of Fire

 

The seven descended
Each with wings spread
Enough to fill a house
Shalom not upon their tongues
Throughout the compass points
They searched to find
All the gnawed bones
The muscles and sinew
The heart and entrails
Torn asunder with teeth of hate.

And once the seven
Found all the tiny bits
With flaming swords
Used as needles
They did try to stitch.

Neither their swords
Nor spirit of their breath
Did have the power to seal
The meat and sinew to bone
And then they knew
Those who showed no mercy
Would be given none
Their heads hung
At words spoken too late
To condemn human hate
Inshallah upon their lips
As they ascended
Their flaming eyes
Weeping tears of fire.

 

Let The Horseman Ride

The captain of industry forgets his history
As a populous forgets all the tales of prophecy
While writhing in the seduction of lies.

Thus, all the best in humanity is left behind.
Water boarding, black sites, torture now promised.
Yes, the captain says to let the horseman ride.

The angry world forgets
The path of anger makes the “world blind.”
Yes, the captain says to let the horseman ride.

The sun dons a robe of sackcloth, grieving
The ocean’s rasping last breath,
As the moon’s face rained blood tears,
Turning rivers red.

Yes, the captain said to let the horseman ride.