My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

In the dark

I woke up and Donald Trump was in his chair and Kim Jong-un was in his and it got out of hand.  I don’t trust either of the bastards with their hand over the button…

In my bed, I slept
as half a world wept
at its sins and punishments.
In the dark bombs fell
a dictator laughed
and split the night, open.

Half a world sat motionless
arms raised in surrender;
to no avail.
In the dark machine guns rattled
an army laughed
and tore the night, open.

In the shower I stood, thankful
as water washed over me like tears
and half a world looked for water.
In the dark a mushroom cloud
a despot laughed
and lit the night, forever.

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9 thoughts on “In the dark

  1. Scary times we live in. The villains haven’t changed much, just the weapons of mass destruction at their disposal.

  2. enjoyed the above exchange 🙂 and the poem very much, pointed and topical, well done.

  3. Thank you. Lately, every time I see Trump’s face I just want to punch it, I think it’s getting to me. Then I saw fat little Jong-un with his latest missile launch and the same wave of emotion rolled over me. I guess it was the first thing that popped into my happy little head this morning… 🙂

  4. Cezane & Michelle on said:

    Such a meaningful poem, it makes you appreciate and be thankful for the life you have. Thank you for sharing this with us 🙂 – Michelle

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