Contemporary History: Blank Verse Musings

Arab Spring slumps into tired Summer
With Fall, menacing, prelude to Winter.
Damn! How quickly vision blurs, ripped to rags—
And costly freedom drowns in murky hate.
Wilting Earth, like fruit too ripe, bleeds, hangs low—
Its portents on display—which will occur?
A third World War? Nazi America?
As mobs dismiss their tyrants, free themselves
To kill (in good god’s name) their newest foes.
(9/20/11)