Poverty Stalks Around Railway Bend

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.

Lies are Rats

Image courtesy of Morris Pest Control

Lies are rats

Incessantly gnawing

Destroying and jawing

By grinding insatiable tooth

Black as night –

Disease-ridden giants

In skin of defiance

Are  vermin – unkempt and uncouth

Furtive beasts

Disappearing at will

Lurking secret and still

Invisible spectres of doom

Evil pests –

Reproducing in shame

Offspring spring off the name

Forcing Truth – their Plague – to the tomb