With gloom I express what I can, 

not to do so will cause the demise of my soul;

sadness lacerates me like a dancing whip

 

To describe the incomprehensible in words is not easy,

to explain it is complicated,

to make it understandable is more difficult

 

People are slowly eliminated,

they agonize on a cross that has been erected for them;

hunger and disease spreads

and millions are driven to flee;

their dreams, present and future have been crushed...

 

Extenuating bombastic speeches,

repeated unfulfilled promises

and gimmicky distractions

fail to hide the wounds

or the sound of tears that fall like drizzling rain

 

Those who leave, 

like dispirited sleepwalkers 

undertake an unending journey;

each step is a thorn,

each mile seems like a century

 

Those who stay,

demolished, exhausted and unassisted;

their breath turns to stone,

discouragement breaks their backs;

more is the weight of feeling extreme cruelty

 

The rope of terror is veiled,

yet suspended in the shadows;

everyone is absorbed in face of a painful agony

that was thrown to them as destiny

to slowly bury their lives 

 

Everything rots;

smiles and freshness fled  

in face of the breeze that blows with stench of rancor;

poison and hatred is distilled every day

and the puppeteer spreads it

 

Nothing is left standing,

venom clouds the atmosphere;

freedom imprisoned

justice suffocated,

peace is simulated

and the word is crushed

 

Nothing is spared;

destruction is systematic,

everything is transmuted

into ashes and a graveyard!

 

A single word best describes

this darkness and silence;

Horror!

©Noris Roberts