Image courtesy of Brian Gaynor Photography
Poverty stalks around railway bend,
Where ignorance breeds its progeny vile;
This is where death and madness contend,
Where misty obscurity dulls each mile.
Who will step out of the shadows now,
And block His passage to innocent child?
Who will lift banner and force His bow –
To relinquish the lost, save the defiled?
Plague and destruction will mark His ingress
As blinded, we see Him, and sound no alarm –
Hooded, He’s coming, His footsteps are sure,
His fangs will spare no one, His progress spells harm.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Love this!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Ouchie! That’s a bit harsh. Great photo and very thoughtful words.
Thanks! Some topics pinch more than others, eh?
“Harsh”? maybe–but definitely and tragically true. As a sister poet, I’ve said of my own work, that there’s no way to “pretty up” that which is vile. Only after God redeems what is horrible, do the ashes become beautiful. (Stepping off my podium now…) God bless you abundantly–love, Caddo
I dunno – maybe you should stay up on your podium (or soap box, whichever it is) and preach it! 🙂
It’s so odd, you know? Finally having something of worth to speak/preach–it’s quite a surprise to me, but it really keep the blood pumping!
You go, girl!
I love what came out of you in response to this photo. A real gripper! Thanks Melody!
Thank you, Debbie!
As an ex-pat Canadian, how can I not love anything with “railway” in the title? I just dealt with a “distasteful” topic in my latest as well. Good on ya. Never back down from the fullest expression possible of any and all matters of human experience.
Thanks, Rob. True art must reflect, as you say, the fullest of human experience! Thank you for your wise words..
very sobering! wonderful!
Thank you!