The Body Politic

We used to laugh at the old myths

That told tales of two suns that

Glowed in the sky above.

Time is a snake biting its own tail,

Wheels turn, and

What was

is

Again.

 

Blinded, burnt, the masses below

Howl in ecstatic devotion.

A sun dance, a fiery furnace,

Made of men, women, children:

Marionettes

Of dry wood,

Sparking

A revolution.

 

Bare feet scurry on broken glass

That litter the streets,

Left and right lie dead, torn asunder, and

Above it all

Hangs,

Like a black cloud,

A cynical

Laughter.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Politics is so polarized. It seems we are being suffocated by it. It’s everywhere. Not a day goes by without a reminder that we are so divided. Not just internally but globally too. The innocents always suffer. Some vivid description here Laz. And don’t get me talking about religion. Your imagery conjured up many a distressing scenario.

Chris