The Nightmare Sun
Under the manic, nightmare sun,
The lurching end of days begun,
Our earth in flooding forms of fear,
The echoed pain of yesteryear…
With howling grief, resounding shrill,
Acerbic fate a bitter pill,
Enduring wartime pain austere—
The compound trauma wounds severe.
It’s war, it’s war again, they say,
The blighting news to mar the day,
The endless battle in our soul,
Ingested now and eaten whole.
I’m stuck, fermenting like a fruit,
I’m drowned, distracted, stricken mute,
In underworlds so frightful bleak,
My senses shot — I cannot speak!
The damage is too dire to think,
My babbling body at the brink,
The halls of time scrunched up and burned,
With God in heaven coldly spurned.
A memory, when once a friend,
Fair Adam gone unto his end,
The acid rain of hate, our swoon,
A rising tide, a black monsoon…
ADL
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