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Latter Days - The Mean Season

by Chris Sorrenti


There’s a siren in my mind
day and night hear it wailing
no matter how I shake my head
won’t go away
an eons old grievance
I had no part of
yet calling me to battle
just the same

And through what intelligence
my ancestors have passed down
I am reminded
despite how far we’ve come
there’s a wickedness
steadily growing in this world
no degree of good will
can sweep away

The master on high
and the desolate one
freshly arrived in human form
never stronger
his appeal to our primitive urges
the end game
drawing steadily nearer

Take heed brothers and sisters
great and small
which side will you fight on?

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03/04/2017

Posted on 03/04/2017
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/04/17 at 06:10 PM

That is hard to say until I see what I think each side represents.

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