Watching the riots of war, metaphorically between rich and poor. 22nd June 2007.

The auspex.

Gates of dawning
in a lifetime ordeal.
and he carried on riding.

He killed our creed,
barren written on his arm.
Riding through crimson clouds,
killing in beauty and charm.

A seventh lamb slained,
linen of purity stained.
The prophet stood and watched.

The night was black,
hordes of a mesmerising way.
In hand of acrid death,
Children had no say.

Time set upon his horse,
Deadly hide and seek.
The society played his game,
As he turned his other cheek.

Blood is freedoms seed,
he killed our creed.
The prophet sat and watched.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-06-22 at 12:08

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Kathy Lockhart
this is chilling John in its depth of message and imagery. i bookmark this.

very thought provoking
your deep and you write with skill
keep ink to paper /hugs NATURE