Tuesday, April 17, 2018

That Which Echoes

The chastening rod
Clenched tight in the fist of the tyrant
Cracks like a dry wishbone
Across the fragile bodies of the righteous
But that crack, and the scream of anguish that follows
Are not the sounds that persist into all our tomorrows
The sounds that last
Are the cries for justice
Echoing down the long walls of time

1 comment:

Jeff Shyluk said...

Chastening Rod: The Ultimate CHAOS Agent!