Aftermath by Ann Christine Tabaka

Picking up pieces after
madness plays its hand.
Hate planted seeds sprout deep
in the confines of a fearful heart.

Born within love’s borders,
not stranger or refugee.
Seething words rip open
truth, exposing deceit.

BEHOLD, the prophesy!
BEHOLD, it lives again!
Words incite much suffering.
Tens of thousands must die.

So versed are you in the
ways of the callous.
A vulgar stain upon
the floor of creation.

Remembrance will scream
your name in anguish.
Betrayal now lies cold upon fallow
fields once sown with hope.

A storm of vast proportions
as you sweep across the land.
Damage beyond imagination
amasses before our eyes.

You wear your camouflage so well.
Disbelief turns to horror.
Sickness of spirit penetrates
a nation fighting for its life
against an unspeakable aftermath.

 

©2018 Ann Christine Tabaka

 

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Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos; Pangolin Review, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Mused, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review; Fourth & Sycamore.

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