Nightmare's Alley~Poem
~Nightmare's Alley~
Blinding light,
But not from above,
Comes shouting
Into my ears.
My eyelids peel back
Away from my skull.
My face melts.
My bones quiver.
The earth rocks,
And does a shimmy.
Ears exist no more,
For all are deafened.
The roar of the bomb
Made a tornado's shriek;
Seem merely a child's play toy
Spinning in a sandbox.
Eons of fighting
Erupts from the surface
Of the earth's crust,
Revealing mankind's history.
Shouts, screams, machines;
All firing off at once,
Do penetrate my brain,
And sear my soul's peace.
Days of children, and yards,
And puppies, exist no more.
All is ash. All lies dead.
Killed by greed and power.
Rulers galore, rise tall
Above the ashes,
With machine gun in hand,
And gleam in their eye.
They march. They search.
They thirst for more
Lives to steal away
From childhood dreams.
They rout out and thrust in
Their bayonets, pulling
Forth more human
Puppets on a stick.
They carry their prizes
To prison camps, to re-educate
The human populace,
So they rise no more.
Then "All will be peace",
They say, as governments
Corrupt, and banks fold
Ever more into enemy's hands.
You wake; you turn your
TV on. The antichrist stares
You in the face. You roll over.
You say "It's Only A Dream".
Blinding light,
But not from above,
Comes shouting
Into my ears.
My eyelids peel back
Away from my skull.
My face melts.
My bones quiver.
The earth rocks,
And does a shimmy.
Ears exist no more,
For all are deafened.
The roar of the bomb
Made a tornado's shriek;
Seem merely a child's play toy
Spinning in a sandbox.
Eons of fighting
Erupts from the surface
Of the earth's crust,
Revealing mankind's history.
Shouts, screams, machines;
All firing off at once,
Do penetrate my brain,
And sear my soul's peace.
Days of children, and yards,
And puppies, exist no more.
All is ash. All lies dead.
Killed by greed and power.
Rulers galore, rise tall
Above the ashes,
With machine gun in hand,
And gleam in their eye.
They march. They search.
They thirst for more
Lives to steal away
From childhood dreams.
They rout out and thrust in
Their bayonets, pulling
Forth more human
Puppets on a stick.
They carry their prizes
To prison camps, to re-educate
The human populace,
So they rise no more.
Then "All will be peace",
They say, as governments
Corrupt, and banks fold
Ever more into enemy's hands.
You wake; you turn your
TV on. The antichrist stares
You in the face. You roll over.
You say "It's Only A Dream".
©2009~Poetry by Amber~
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