HEAT


Just another day


In the now
of our discontent
we wade through
a garden of weeds.

We
speak,
even curse,
at the sky
as if it had ears.

We
the children
of our own making.

Imagination leads us
as we fight for
our 'insanity'!

Inmates
remain collected,
collected
in their
own contradictions.

In the
cool temperaments
of The Institution,
they rake us
into piles
of burning leaves.

They seek
to dine on the ‘mad’
feast on a dinner
of the masses.

Having sodomized
Mother Earth
they gather
the corrupt.

Forces assemble
iron bars in hand,
forged
in the heat
of the moment.

Just another day
bodies
destroyed
without a thought.

With no one
left to draw upon
the world is
but
a catastrophe
waiting to happen.

Still ruled
by the elected
and no leaders in site
fear rules.

What?,
when the devil sees
he is fighting
his own demons.

Where are
the wings
of gold,
or at
the very
least

The Meek?

Armand Hamouth

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