When Hell Breaks Loose Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A seed of pride, a towering wall,
Self-belief, defying all.
When common sense fades in the haze,
And others' needs meet selfish gaze,
Hell wakes, a fire in the sand,
Across the Middle Eastern land.

No end in sight, the smoke ascends,
A cycle turns, that never ends.
Power craves, a hungry beast,
Ignoring lessons, history released.
The past repeats, a mournful cry,
Beneath a blind and ruthless sky.

Narcissism blooms, a thorny rose,
As empathy withers, no one knows
How to break free, from grip so tight,
Where ego reigns, and dark is light.
The game of power, a deadly dance,
Leaves shattered hopes, a fleeting chance.

On dominance, a peace so frail,
A resting storm, behind a veil.
Explosions wait, a simmering threat,
Regret and loss, we can't forget.
The strong resist, a yielding hand,
To compromise, in troubled land.
For fear of weakness, pride remains,
And feeds the cycle, endless pains.

T.M.Solvang