Toxic

Forced…driven into fearful huts, our men were never born. Drones protected by raped mistresses who existed filled With the horror of scorn. Under lined gloves lived a future never to be. A mundane existence characterized by earths frightened wombs, manipulated by venomous oppressors draped upon a skirts darkness of light. Carried, smothered and drowned with their own life’s blood. Hindered and detained in dismembered religious prisons meandering hopelessly, trudging backwards the rope of despair. Jaded eyes, swollen hearts, fearful beings with no zest for life while storms wrote the stories of the living dead. Masters of power stood on teetering structures soon to implode sucking up cadavers and spitting out ash. Found karma, found retribution, destroyed that which bled good souls, now…lost in the rubble of empires and drones are left to dodge the bullets of paranoid minds. Halcyon days never to rise behind mountains of indigo hues. A planet dies and a people’s death abused. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Oct.15/2015 Time: 6: 32am