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Modern-Times Reflections

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood



Blood and tears, blood and tears,

Sip from cups filled with your fears.

Cries and screams, cries and screams,

Nightmares born from lucid dreams.

Cut and smash, cut and smash,

Anger causing teeth to gnash.

Poke and prod, poke and prod,

Fruitless prayers to absent Gods.

Shriek and cry, shriek and cry,

Once alive but now they die.

Pierce and stab, pierce and stab,

With every word a horrid jab.

Burn and plunder, burn and plunder,

Billowing smoke we all stand under.

Hate and pain, hate and pain,

Barely room to call us sane.

Run and hide, run and hide,

Rear your head to critique and chide.

Rip and swear, rip and swear,

Cry for help that just isn’t there.

Who will stand, who will stand,

Strong upon their pillars of sand?

All will fall, all will fall,

When trumpets of war make their final call.


Kyler J Falk (author) from California on August 08, 2020:

I'll need to head over to the article and check it out when I get the time, Fran, thanks for reading!

fran rooks from Toledo, Ohio on August 07, 2020:

Great poem, hits the heart! We must be better than all this chaos. I just read a great article by Mariah Bruce on the homeless, a hubber.

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on August 07, 2020:

@Lorna: There's always a more optimistic future waiting ahead, so long as we keep up the fight both individually and together as the human race. Things are bleak in more ways than one, but I'm confident the enemies will be crushed through perseverance and equal force. We need those who hold the light in the darkness to keep holding on, and more importantly those who are the fire creating that light to keep burning as the darkness tries to swallow us all.

We will win.

Thanks for reading!

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on August 07, 2020:

@Ann: There's always room for optimism! Alas, no, there is no wholly peaceful solution to many modern problems. I've come to learn that if you aren't prepared for violence, to be violent, that you will become the victim of the violence or you'll hide while others are victimized. Too many being silenced under the guise of social justice during these times, individuals being mangled and their rights disappearing in seconds, and those fighting growing both weary and wary.

I'm optimistic that evil will lose, at least in our hearts; but evil's roots run deep and they're only sinking in deeper every day. We'll keep up the fight.

Thanks for reading!

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on August 07, 2020:

@John: I really hope no one would take this as their anthem, but if they did we would quickly need to offer them a warm heart and a shoulder to cry on. I'm happy you enjoyed it!

Thanks for reading!

Lorna Lamon on August 07, 2020:

I feel these times have brought out the best and the worst in people. There are many governments the world over who have done little to protect the people and have used this pandemic to line their own pockets. However, I have also seen those people who go above and beyond during these times and who expect nothing in return. Your poem paints a vivid picture in its stark reality - I hope we can look forward to a more optimistic future (we can but hope).

Ann Carr from SW England on August 07, 2020:

Wow, no room for optimism here! Very powerful, strong reminder of what will happen if we don't sort out this world in a peaceful way. Is that possible? I hope so.


John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 06, 2020:

This certainly is a reflection on modern times, as your title says. This could be a song or anthem. I like it.

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