Monday, October 19, 2020

THESE VERSES RIPPED FROM HELL by R.M. Engelhardt

In the dead-torn aftermath:

Human bodies

Ripped away from

This World

The words must be 

A torrent 

Of versifiers


A  torrent 

Of tortured souls


A devestation

So vast


That a blood rain falls 

Down so hard that

It burns, scars this earth

With its hatred forever of


Its loss


Of what

Was once 

Called freedom


Of what was

Once called 

Love


Where poets &

Troubadours

Once looked

Up to the night stars

& bathed in heavenly 

Contemplations


Where lost

Children 


Once saw God


Where the

Dreamers

Dreamed & 

The heroes

Pulled

Swords from

Stones 


Defeating 

Monsters


Demons

In suits & ties

Swastikas

Of genocide


Our enemies

Without end


As heroes

All breathed

Their last

Breath


For liberty


And in the silence:


An old black

Man sings

"We Shall Overcome"


And 200,000

Church bells


Ring


Signifying

Nothing


These verses

Ripped from

Hell


Where angels

Fear to tread



R.M. Engelhardt is a poet, writer & author who's work over the last 20 years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review, Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY and his new books of poetry are entitled "DarkLands" (Published By Whiskey City Press 2019) & "Where There Is No Vision, Poems 2020"  (DeadMansPressInk)

Both are now available on Amazon.com

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