A mass induced prepared to crush.
An explosive promise to bum rush,
And hush.
Delays what was portrayed...
As aggressive bleeding to inflict,
With a quickness that would not dismay
A cause for rebels to cheer.
But a leaking of greatness,
Unrelentlessly squeezes.
Increasing debates,
To end destruction of applied hate.
Discriminating voices...
Find their choices,
Diminishing to choose between abusing tactics.
And cryptic delusions of values upheld.
The cost of this,
Has eroded myths!
Foundations once solid and sitting bold...
Now on the threshold of being sold,
To those on foreign lands controlling resources.
Maintaining the gold and observing the unfolding.
As quick as a light switch,
Constantly on...
Now off to find many blind!
And those preparing the script for conflict,
Could care less.
They are not obsessed with biases.
Or racist deeds they manifest!
Pockets they fill with greed to gain.
One aim only is their game...
To leave the masses in pain!
No shame seeps from these evil demons.
Too true they know...
Those who have not,
Will fight themselves over the remains!
Even if realities kept,
And slowly peeled from foreclosed doorsteps...
Becomes nonexistent.
And with cries that led them into protective battle,
Sweeps them into a chaotic madness!
To struggle over dust,
On turf that has rusted!
And no one can claim they own.
As instigators have initiated deceit...
Feast together,
Where they have flown!
Yet unknown to them...
Descends from skies to hide from them Sun,
Are The Masters of true rule.
From the heavens who come to shock the awed.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cries-that-led-them-into-protective-battle/
