http://worldpeace.org.au/poems-description.asp?id=43

‘Political Winds’ by Amber Acker

Some mornings
the whole world seems dark enough
not even the sun can burst forth
rays of enlightenment.
My eyes burn fleeting fissures
in clouds thick enough to choke my mind,
threatening my consciousness
with false mutterings of goodness.
The eeriness of evil
spreads across us like a velvet cloak,
delusionally comforting
to those already caught
in the whirling tornado
of corrupted politics.

Feeling so safe
snuggled deep beneath our patchwork quilt
of army tanks,
military bombers,
and fighter jets,
we eagerly wait for the hate
to trickle down through the system
and settle crushingly on our hearts.
A new black plague ravishes our nation with weakness,
killing the voices that once arose and argued against corruption,
knitting an understanding sheet
to contend the velvet darkness.

The cloud cover grows thicker with each passing day,
shedding no light on a far away land
where blind knights fly into a battle
ordered by a king
who knowingly pulls wool over his eyes,
some how undisturbed
by vicious political winds
whipping around him.

copyright © Amber Acker 2009