I wrote this after watching CNN’s coverage on the war in Iraq.

              Power Storms

Power storms on the political landscape

Misgiving morale that becomes innate

Chanced tomorrows of Aquamarine

Hold children’s faces no longer seen

Unclaimed medals, kingdoms now bare

Casual casualties when all is fair

Black gold whispers filling rigs with tips

Of egotism and power trips

Dog-tags wave of freedom fighters and terrorists

Wearing bloody masks, which is which

Camouflaged in caskets of oil

Neither one will share the spoil

Counting the raindrops of an unforeseeable end

Praying the pendulum of peace swings again

© Autumntnewell 7/2006