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Endless Safari Days

These leopard eyes warily see another crimson dawn on the cold concrete Serengeti A scarlet sun shaped like the barrel of a gun Dark plume of heat triggers the survival instinct scatter Watch the bulls-eye prey run Where to in the confusion? It doesn’t matter ... I see every bent knee flee the fatal gather And the hard asphalt ground is soaked with cull pleasure splatter Such cruel reign, heated shell cases falling on a barren plain Torrential stains fear clouds another powerless pain day Shattered bones in the herd traffic fray, cast carcass shadows on the smeared terrain Listen to the Serengeti dirge refrain Unrelenting spherical storm of violence hold saltpeter spittle sway Last rites spoken, whether vain poacher say: Expect more endless safari days! These leper spots wearily feel bewilderedbeest misery Great paleheart hunters of colony cage-makers roam conscience-free on the cement-dried Serengeti Thus be the hunted fate we eclipse-coated [e]scapegoats tear bleed The killing fields of poverty is the gravel grass on which we daily feed Closed-eyes witness the hopelessness stampede Open wound testimony ain’t necessary when the muzzled silencer takes a sniper bead And the holstered predators with the rifle-scope gaze Whose mercantile hue eyes, masked in blue camouflage, trespass the boundaries of morality Nimrod brood coin collectors set the savannah air ablaze Human hunters’ breath gives Death a smoking homage, iron-copper cry of Serengeti tragedy Perforating enamels on metallic patrol, their pelt-piercing lust has devolved into the next caveman iteration From runaway chattel catchers to gated property protectors, their trophy wall filled with gory plaques of commendation Seems like these sullen safari days are grief endless And every red blot on this paved prairie, flatline view Serengeti Will be trodden down erased by each bullet confess 08-16-21

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Date: 1/12/2022 11:45:00 PM
What powerful diction. We see bloodshed and violence everywhere shattering our calm .Each dawn is turned crimson with spilled blood.... ! Your poems need several readings. .... the most profound writings! Great.....
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Date: 8/16/2021 6:17:00 PM
Great analogies Freddie, We see the "Unrelenting spherical storm of violence" daily, Well written..
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