Vigilante uprising over the tides of history repeating

We set out upon high waters, 

bury our past in graves so deep 

we can feel the heat from 

inner earth spilling into empty coffins.

In a world overrun by evil

and good intentions, we forget 

to pause, forget to stop 

and pay attention to the havoc

actions cause. Borne of hatred, 

our emotions run amok 

and drive our words 

into the oceans of regrettable 

mistakes, 

can't take back what's been unsaid 

until the damage has been done. 

we are terror. 

we are unraveling, 

one thought at a time, 

caught in the middle of what's 

been done and what will be, 

seen the chaos and confusion

stuck in the streets of our cities. 

Paris, Orlando, Nice... 

We raise bloodied fists in the air 

and call out for justice, 

use sentences punctuated by the sound

of gunshots and broken screams. 

When will it stop? 

We are left bleeding in the streets 

because of some misshapen vigilante 

form of thinking, 

huddle together in houses turned

bomb shelter, with the shells 

dropping outside our doors 

like a never ending rain. 

The tides are rising, 

flooding the paths we take 

to safety. 

We've been here before. 

We know how it ends. 

But I guess there's a reason 

people bury their pasts. 

So until we remember, 

the business of pine boxes 

continues to grow 

as we bury bodies 

and secrets

we're not sure we want to keep. 

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Violence breeds violence. Unfortunately we (mankind) never seem to learn! Vigilante justice is never the right path to go down, but in lawsess parts of the world it will continue to happen. Justice for all is a myth, so I can understand the downtrodden and abused taking vigilante action, but as I already said, it is not the way to go - not without breeding even more hatred and violence. Points to ponder. A thought-provoking write.