30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 18

"And their eyes change as they learn to see through flames

And their necks crane as they turn to pray for rain.."

Writing prayers on the papyrus of yesterday's dreams

for tomorrow's hopes

we send them down rivers of obscurity

the same rivers which quench the thirst of so many

we pray that perhaps

they shall,

in their misguided lust for that which is liquid,

swallow our ancient texts

these words shall feed their brains variation

putting a halt to the cliche cycle of cool

perhaps we shall give it beginning by giving it an end

as for those who continuously relieve themselves

in our holy water

streams of what they waste

running through our own digestive systems

we await them

with armies set up in the purple fields of disaster

These soldiers have guns that shoot secrets

these secrets have rough hands that pound eardrums

"They say every atom in your body was once a star"

these twisted ladders that send directions in our core were once stellar

Now shackled to jackals

cackling with bright lights

vigorously licking the blood of their hands

so as to get away with the crime

and all I can do is rhyme

all I can do is

rhyme