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Harvest Time

by David R Spellman

battle lines are being drawn
metaphysical
ideological
invisible as they may be
as clear as ancient runes
lifted upon the page of history –
a crescent moon
the six-pointed star
some bloodied cross
this lotus flower
shadowed by the rainbow of humanity
 
how sick we grow
by all the blood-letting
how disgusted by righteous theocracy
softening the ground
of hardened hearts
steeled minds
weakened spirits
 
we wait, unexpectantly
for the next shoe to drop
the heavy boot pressed upon our necks
by our willingness to accept
the promise of redemption
deceit disguised as salvation
freedom duped to slavery
 
the harvest is ready
surely the reaper
comes forth... 
 

 

08/19/2007

Posted on 08/19/2007
Copyright © 2023 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/20/07 at 02:37 AM

Oh, my, this one hits home hard. There are no wasted words here - very thoughtful, grim.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/20/07 at 04:01 AM

Right for the gut, eh? Or maybe the throat? Either way, I'd say you're looking to draw leave a mark here. And I think you did it in fine fashion.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/20/07 at 03:23 PM

Powerfully worded opposition to hypocrisy in religion. (There are those in the name of religion who would control others. Obviously! Right now we see it on a global scale by Muslim extremists. But there are more subtle ways by others that it is done which I am sure you are aiming at as well. The Gospel of Christ is so simple. It doesn't take controlling eclesiastical authority to manipulate. It simply takes the proclamation -- let the Holy Spirit do the rest.)

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/07/07 at 02:35 AM

I see this as born of frustration from the war in Iraq. God what a mess over there. Your poem aptly captures some of that madness.

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