The Tyrant’s Screed – A Poem

There was a clearing o’er the hillocks treed;
Where silence of the spirit muchly thrived;
The churning air that stirred the grasses freed;
And hearts from bitter folly had been rived.

Yet ‘neath the toothed razor mountains bare;
Vast plains of men convulsed in torrid woe;
Supine no more with newfound strength they dare;
Defy the porcine caste to overthrow.

A child of hardship through the crust he broke;
Privation’s scabs adorn arms lifted high;
Told not to dream yet words of rage he spoke;
His maddened roar found echoes ‘cross the sky.

One at a time hearts sorrowed by their plight;
Backs bent, heads down, ears closed and blinded eyes;
Turn’d their distress to his commanding spite;
Through misery to words that once seemed wise.

Though that was then, despair does not acquit;
The torment done to innocents between;
The beetle men and those ‘would not submit;
Tis your fault too, though you have left the scene.

Yes that was then, now misery’s entrenched;
Sisyphean resistance due to fail;
Crushed by the tyrant’s hand so tightly clenched;
And naught escapes the dark, not ‘een a wail.

Oft wonder I of glade’s abiding fate;
Does darkness spread uncheck’d from mind to seed?
And so did lovely dell deteriorate;
Responding to the tyrant’s beastly screed?

About Joel D. Hirst

Joel D. Hirst is a novelist and a playwright. His most recently released work is "Dreams of the Defeated: A Play in Two Acts" about a political prisoner in a dystopian regime. His novels include "I, Charles, From the Camps" about the life of a young man in the African camps and "Lords of Misrule" about the making and unmaking of a jihadist in the Sahara. "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" and its sequel "The Burning of San Porfirio" are about the rise and fall of socialist Venezuela (with magic).
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3 Responses to The Tyrant’s Screed – A Poem

  1. Valentina Akason says:

    Simply wonderful!

    Like

  2. Reblogged this on Joel D. Hirst's Blog and commented:

    Greetings, poetry is meant to be heard, not only read. So in that spirit, I decided to read it here:

    https://www.facebook.com/JoelDHirst/videos/571067740065252/

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