Toxic Poem by Melvina Germain

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