POLITICAL Poem: Glass Land, by Matthew Peel

Red suns
Over a burnt
Horizon
Culling life
From glass land
Sands of time
Shattered
As innocence
Crumbles
And cries
Out for reprieve
Assassination
Of all that
Resembles human
Severing moral
Ties and proceeding
To the lion’s den
Believing to be alive
But only a walking
Corpse
Harmony conducted
By armored weapons
Of self-appointed
Saints
Eating the Garden
Scraps flung
Off the table
For disillusioned vulnerable
A chess match
For financial supremacy
And the club is
Exclusive, exempt
As carnage paints
Itself across a
Desert canvas
Blood is a sea
Washing the feet
Of survivors
And a weary world
Watches on,
In debate,
In uneasy trust,
In quiet,
In unrest,
In anger,
In disgust
In favor
And those
Wading through
The rising tide
Gasp on thinning air
God has withdrawn
For only the just
Are given
Room to breathe.

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