So many voices

 

Sat, Aug 15, 2015, 2:34 PM

There are so many voices frozen in the backlash of their heat                                                                                   so many reasons free to fly mindlessly even to the scorching heart of Raa  

Her anger a beautiful hellfire of truth beyond parasites                                                                                      degrading its noble blade and rendering its thrust  insecure 

with everyone  dragged into a merry go round of war

where men shout and mothers wail and shamans hum 

and hippies strum to the patchwork bass of bombs 

leading the high pitched acoustic piercing of bullets arguing as tears screech 

clinging to trembling lips to crawl into broken mouths to drown in voices we built to climb on 

The poet will submit a rhyme on the pyre

and they would run a scythe on my tongue were I Marley or a Dylan 

instead of a single voice among bleating billions 

merely squealing under the screaming helium