Echoing Storm Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Thought, how resounding it is
now that everyone is thinking
mentation drums as mantra
at once each considers linking
reason deemed illogical
blessed now with national rethinking
purpose gathered within this storm
saves our lives from sinking.

Political misdirections blind us
to the nature of this assault
improprieties pervade the eye
as it strengthens through default
weaken do the knees of all
as guile and greed reign to a fault
freedom bled of denotation
becomes a society's burial vault.

Dedication to the sphere of peace
abandons favor of our time
replacing freedom's abdomen
ruining goodwill while in its prime
boasting blubbering fuels the wind
infuriating is its rapid climb
rhetoric barbs of poisoning fears
drive weak minds to morbid crimes.

Echoes of peace, goodwill, morality
vanish in this swirling beast
accrue, does wickedness, as we
are whipped until deceased
social clime succumbs to hate
common people soon are fleeced
timorousness rules the moment
result, those best become the least.

Asleep have become the masses
as the few control life's flow
living sliced to minimal pieces
at once in chorus, all say whoa!
condoning crowds, wild shrieking howls
even life can't clear escrow
extinction now approaching
our doom delivered quid pro quo.