Forever Chameleon
by Odin Roark

At once the magician,
The power of anything out of the hat,
Beckoning broadcast,
Sanguine power to watch.

For just as fear freezes,
So too thaws the past.
Upon deaf ears
History replays
Ancient truths
No amount of hiding
Can contain.

Believing one is without rival,
Confident of the buttons,
White,
Black,
Pulsating,
Red.

How rose this kind,
This uncontained dark embodiment,
This rule by madness,
Designing mass murder,
Foreshadowing Hollywood versions,
Political rants of hawkish lean,
Even the wanton yet to come.

We watched.
We cringed.
But we…

While destinies of Peoples
Being roiled by storms of passion
Reigning upon their innocence
Await twisted cravings,
Most never cool
Knowing not the warmth of sun,
Only the ice of all that is without life.

With words continuing like hammer blows,
Gates protecting the hearts of people splinter
Fracture,
Fall.

For lest forgetfulness triumphs…

Centuries bury,
But also resurrect,
Endlessly revealing
For some
Cyclic misfortune,
Dismay,
Hopelessness.

Yes

It,
Like life without breath,
Will again return,
Haunting the global mirror
As insanity ever reflective.

Rippled history in succession,
As once perhaps Hitler,
Now any number of despotic anomalies.

Evil.

Forever Chameleon.