“Stolen Lives, To Be”

by Ken Allan Dronsfield / June 5th, 2016

In contempt, I am, if only To Be
within a reconcilable calm mind.
Forgive and reign within just piety;
tasteless hatred, justice be damned.
A dangerous heartless killing spree;
empathetic righteousness forgotten,
selfish survive by devouring lives, as
Amazing Grace plays upon an organ.
What attracts one to take another’s life?
If Hell be empty, do we walk with demons?
The merciless dissidents of stolen souls;
fire bullets etched with the words, “To Be”.
Launched into the air, no lives matter here,
from the innocent schools, to parks or malls
child, mother, stranger, animal or thy father,
devils reign clear, lives collected everywhere.
The digger of graves grows strong each day,
Charon plies the oars crossing the River Styx,
to the beat of the drums by the chosen ones,
fear the reapers scythe; death calls to you.
So in dreams this night; or whilst travelling
on, keep eyes to the sky always ready “To Be.”

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has five poetry collections to date: 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', 'Zephyr's Whisper', ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’ and ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’. Ken's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has most recently begun producing Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had wonderful success sharing his poetry. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. Ken Allan can be reached at kadfield@gmail.com. Read other articles by Ken Allan.

This article was posted on Sunday, June 5th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.