Purge

đź’–

literary throes

With great applause,
the end was ushered.
Men with flaws
were butchered,
slaughtered,
like savage dogs,
blood in the gutters.

Every night,
a magazine–
a dozen dead
in scenes
obscene.
Frightful fiends,
who go unseen,
gleam
their guns,
teem
in swarms,
followed by nightmarish screams.

Welcome to the Philippines.

Here,
we endear
the ruthless.
While the toothless
starve, still fruitless.
When the noble Brutus
hath told us Caesar was ambitious,
we did not realize just how vicious.

Power, not manners, now maketh man,
those who take a stand,
will find their hands
bound,
their gagged
mouths
will no longer brandish
any sounds,
for the hounds
had dragged
them all to hallowed ground.

And so, most of us lay in quiet,
as the days grow violent,
the brave grow silent.
While “tyrant”
becomes another word
unheard,
and apathy engulfs the world.

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Author: Aria

I write to express, not to impress.

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