One Manic Man

One

Manic

Man

In spite

Ignites

The world

Raining hell

Upon

Innocent

Souls once content

With simple living

And little more

Than roof and table

To meet their daily need

He wrests this from them

In his vain, incessant greed

For power and influence

And all that ever meant

More to him than sanity

But now he sees his enemy

They stand, bloodied in the fight

Cry “Freedom!” from his fearsome might

And raise their flags long into the night

As families and children die

The entire world stands helplessly by

So tightly bound both hands and wretched feet

Such need for wealth and security

And endless reach for yet more energy

Complaints resound, and these rising threats oppress

Once blue skies now turned black with war’s distress.

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Originally published on 3.10.22 on Substack

A special thanks to Michael Saunders Hall who created this poetic form.