The Alpine hills stand tall from a distance
Blue smooth skies like the Indian Ocean look down in displeasure
Loud whispers of the western winds rent our ears fitfully
Commitment to the goal in hand keeps us united faithfully
Humans falling prey to the birth of cascading cannibalism
Treacherous rapists should and will not be saved
Today, there will be war!
A deep breath fills my stentorian lungs with a gust of freezing air
Electric signals writhing in my body and they all screaming pain.
Eyes narrowed to the fast advancing adversary…
The sun watches
Recording the actions of man.
The rivers run thin
My blood presents gold
Mother Earth weeps.
Our courage is sharpened like a butcher’s axe
On we advance !
Glory will be for the gods
No mercy towards evil.
-RedArt by Kelvin M. Mwangi.
redART poetry 