Trailing in the wake of Lions,
Hyenas come to feast on the carcass
of someone else’s name;
Shattered windows,
Burned out cars,
Looted Stores,
Toppled statues;
Triumphant Vandal hordes
breaking the gates of Rome,
trampling its glories,
defecating on Temple steps;
Anarchy like lava
spewing from a volcano’s maw
shrouding the days
in its ashen nights
and its silence drowning our screams.
Anarchy like lava
spewing from a volcano’s maw
shrouding the days
in its ashen nights…
An amazing write dear poet Louis Kasatkin!
A powerful,evocative,acerbic, allegorical poem.
A powerful narrative on recent voilence being spewed on streets.I could almost experience the groans of the wounded and feel raging fires across the streets…