Persephone returns, laughs, and the world blooms anew,
yellow-green, pink, and white,
Corn Mother awakens, belly swollen with the seeds of life,
birds sing sweetly as the season turns
till the sky grows dark, crashes, and burns,
the world in flames and children are hungry
The song of ferocious angels lingers in the air
Unchanging, conflicts and battles
besiege the enemy, starve them in ghettos
enslave them, kill them all
(they are not us,
we are not them)
ancient tactics, mad men and fools with their bully cries,
rape the women, grab the prize
the rivers red with blood
The song of ferocious angels lingers in the air
And will it change, and do we care?
you can’t eat gold, or oil,
we can’t live on air
(they are us,
we are them,)
brothers and sisters, children of Earth
The song of ferocious angels lingers in the air
This is for NaPoWriMo: Day 11, a bop poem.
The form is described on the site this way:
“Like a Shakespearean sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain. Here’s an example of a Bop poem written by Weaver, and here’s another by the poet Ravi Shankar.”
Kerfe had me thinking of “ferocious angels,” Unfortunately, the rest of the poem is ripped from history and headlines, unless you live in Sean Spicer’s fantasy world.
