Sounds of an Empty Promise
Dead leaves
scatter
down deserted alleys,
empty tin cans
that long ago held food,
bang along,
driven by winds
of homeless words that echo
with the rust of waiting
for fresh Spring rain.
Barbed
wire
scratches the marble flesh
of lady justice,
tears spilled
from tipped scales
drip in hallowed halls,
a pool of greasy yellow
left by the stray dog
of forgotten purpose.
Choked
convulsions
of a silent cry,
throats of hungry children
dry with unfilled hope,
empty stomachs echo
the voices of political jokes
that vomit into waiting
mouths sucking
at the milkless breast.
Flag of pride
snaps in the breeze
allegiance pledged mechanically
celebrates myths of greatness,
wraps torn arms
in red-stained sheets,
muffles the ears
from the pain of war
screaming from deceit.