A pretty recent piece, and so far I still kind of like it. Go figure. Critiques are much more than welcome. Thanks fer readin’. :)

Bone Dry

Voices rage at the evil in the world,

Eager for the fist to be unfurled,

Roaring on behalf of the flock,

As we move in for the kill,

The alter's soaked with sacrifice,

More than lambs blood to spill.

Our comatose state keeps us sane,

To pull the plug is to stop the rain,

A deadly drought to drown the ark,

Throats close and veins go dry,

The sun has dawned but we're in the dark,

The children are sinking and the hour is nigh.

Titans walk the earth like men,

The Seventh day begins again,

Lust and Wrath adjust their ties,

Reversed creation underway,

New lands are formed from lesser skies,

Where starving Eves have rent to pay.

Empty screens fill empty heads,

Faceless bills the debtor dreads,

To Greed you owe more than you're worth,

Free begins where priceless ends,

In this shallow harbour we make berth,

Where cash does harm and credit mends.

Juggling a war in misled hands,

Violence to be sure he understands,

New target just around the bend,

We seldom stop to wonder why,

Consumed by the democracy we send,

As the treetop cloud dominates our only sky.

The dove has sent the pigeon out,

To find an answer to the drought,

But there's no branch of green to sight,

Just the ash of Wednesday last,

The left hand succumbs to the right,

As distant roots replay the nearby past.

In this vast stretch of flesh and bone,

We can't feed the children so we turn them to stone,

Waiting all day for the next to begin,

The babe in the cradle still holding the gun,

Heedless brands sear youngest skin,

We don't know the many so we must be the one.

So much to do, so many hands to clean,

To sweep away the sand and make the mistakes seen,

And if the sun seeks to give advice to this somber Sahara,

It will find everyone long asleep,

Dreams of doing, going, being, waking,

And Eternity leaves no time to weep.

-Kit