It draws near

It draws near


A sinister wind blows its evil dust of grey ashes

leaving a residue for the potential of evil to come and dwell

It swirls along narrow alleys close to home

made manifest in irritability and resentment

From outer space we see the angels in dread fear

as fish flinch and seek deeper water

Factories churn out what we can well do without

greed and the ambition of morons sit in darkened chambers

Philanthropists sob quietly and chant a lament of despair

the masses are blissfully and studiously unaware

Yet we slide silently into the quagmire of conflict

as birds sing, dogs bark and mendicants drink more wine

A fog descends on our thoughts to anaesthetise them

nostalgia for halcyon days become a pathetic pastime

Inertia the new cancer of society distributes medication and masks

that our thoughts and vision are neutralised

The highways are cleared for the gargoyles to arise

joined by flapping bats and the howl of wolves

Too late, the portcullis is opened and all hell is unleashed

Treaties are broken, promises cast aside as the seductress 

of deceit sits on her throne to oversee destruction and ruin

◄ Are we going to do this again?

The haves and have nots ►


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keith jeffries

Tue 4th Aug 2020 10:01

Jennifer, Emeka, Paul, Leon, Shifa and Abdul,

Thank you all for your appreciation of this poem and also for your comments.


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keith jeffries

Tue 4th Aug 2020 00:44

You are to some extent right. Those who are aware would rather look the other way. They are afraid to confront issues. They live in comfort zones. The time is fast approaching when we shall need the courage to stand up for what we know to be right. If not we regress into repeating past horrors and mistakes. It certainly feels like an asylum.
Thanks for your comment. It is much appreciated.

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Emeka Collins

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 23:36

Keith, the world is really an asylum now gets madder each day. The masses like you said are unaware.

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jennifer Malden

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 22:57

Help! Terrifying because so much of it is true, but beautifully writtten without a superfluous word, every one counts.


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Paul Sayer

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 20:24

I am overwhelmed with apathy Keith.

What a fantastic piece of visual poetry you have penned here my friend.

I can't pick a favourite line to 'italicise' and quote, because they are ALL my favourite line.

Great job.

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