New World Order Nightmare
by Odin Roark

Rivers of mirrors
flow endlessly from country to country
carving channels that once carried sun and moon
along with bended trees and sky shrouding innocent faces,
now but torment a demise beneath the rippling surface
where aches of sentient memories are left behind.

Like the winding track of the serpent,
the waters move shattered dreams about,
ever tactful in a twisted resolve
to reach the caldron ahead
and stir the poisons of Jihad.

Swirling waste of past genocides
converge with a black future's dream
where history’s repetitive war mongering
renders few new mistakes to open eyes
or ripple a reflection of life that might be.

So impotent our minds’ ocean
ushering innocent soul-laden tributaries
to hide beneath clinging garbage afloat,
where fractured skies reflect only broken shards
of sun and moon to illume residue’s swirling graveyards.

How permanent power’s corrupt principals,
sinking everything it its wake,
drowning humanity’s innocence beneath,
adding to the junk pile of hate’s forever corroding weaponry,
doG’s recyclable religiosobabble
making our species’ legacy
one of deft ignorance.