CAUGHT IN A VICIOUS CIRCLE OF RAGE

CAUGHT IN A VICIOUS CIRCLE OF RAGE

Holy wars
with unholy consequences.
Lost souls everywhere
buried in the rubble
of our towering dreams.

Air rage.
Retaliatory strikes.
No place to hide,
living every day now on the front line,
wounded to the bottom of our frayed souls.
The silence is deafening.

Caught in a vicious circle of rage we can’t shake.
Is cruelty all that remains?
Kill or be killed
our familiar shattering game.

Buried under mountains of dust and blood,
so many passionate dreams.

In the aftermath,
civilization feels like a folly,
real enlightenment a fantasy,
even love seems a cruel conceit

Waging ancient battles
that are never resolved,
lost in the dark ages again with
suspicion and mistrust as our only friends

Picking up the pieces again.
Caught in a vicious circle we can’t seem to shake.
Is cruelty all that seems to remain?
Kill or be killed
our familiar heartbreaking game.

George Pappas
Copyright 2016