No hope in our hell!
By Rob KingstonFacial lines paint pictures on the road side of their hell.
From the first day they bleed as the key is turned for the final time.
Not dressed for the journey, each step harder than the one before.
Each sunset sees the reaper, his call, the devils smarting roar.
Every new day like no other they will have experienced,
Each new dawn the mist of many spirits aloft,
those remaining, feeling that no one cares.
Aspirations gone, Dignity lost, food,
water and shelter harder to get,
the queue lengthens
the questions get louder
the queue lengthens the questions
get LOUDER and LOUDER and LOUDER and LOUDER.
Fences are being erected,
borders closed,
armies lined ready to stall the growing flow,
the title of human, lost !
Hidden in a politicians pack.
The questions get louder.
There is no way back.
© Copyright Robert
Don't know much about poetry but thought this was very powerful and packed full of menace.
ReplyDeleteI remember this one Robert and, unfortunately, things only get worse.Our mate "James" on LBC is still a significant influence to my reasoning of this "crazy world".
ReplyDeleteIs this about refugees?
ReplyDeleteI will answer in case Rob doesn't see your question.
DeleteYes it is Rob wrote it 5 years ago.