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poetry by j matthew waters

who’ll stop the charade


there is a storm brewing
simmering in a big black pot
stirred by faceless warlords
pretending life
doesn’t matter much

high winds blow madness
into the next town
precisely honed strikes
wiping out historic deception
as new chief lays down
new laws

war drums beat relentlessly
inside children’s dreams
bringing showers
to the desert and
drought to the streams
turning camels into arks and
temples into zoos

from the beginning we are told
there is no time to write home
there is only more life
and more land
to claim for our own


october two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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5 thoughts on “who’ll stop the charade

  1. “High winds blow madness” and “war drums beat relentlessly” paint a vivid and powerful picture. Another gem, John!

  2. “faceless warlords pretending life doesn’t matter much”–nice.

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