Extreme Terror Poem by Alfred Ramos

The scorching sun
Sears the beaten brow

Lack of shadows and shade
Drives hopelessness downward

Facial crevices filled with salt solution
A bitter taste of ordinary thrives

Aches of shouldered burdens
Buckle to a shaky foundation

Ideals crumble and ant hills tumble
Restraint to scream helplessly
Are silenced by roaring tanks

Rat-a tat-tat

Echo over smoke trenched streets
Desert sand stings vision unilaterally

Eroding hope into oblivion
Nothingness flourishes of lip service

Despair is whitewashed in a dry oasis
Mirages waver behind their shadows

Darkness, the new enemy
Huddles with fear with its head in the sand

Boom, boom

New voices with no borders
Edifices crumble to the touch

Piercing eyes harvest hatred
Their beliefs a weapon of mass destruction
So goes a day in the life of the oppressed