The tensions are high and ratcheting up again
Clink, clank
The industrial complex creeps forward
Like the rapid rail
The death rattle of the zone
Death rattle of the peace
Hospice care, CARICOM cares
Commercial mice swear
…fealty
To other gods?
The price of their benediction
The lives of men, mighty and mealy
Cross the line, borders drawn
Radars down, eyes alert
But closed tightly, squinting in fear
While others are others are wide open
Pupils dilated with euphoria
Pockets fattening as they sip
Pinkys up
Get a grip, get a grip
Clink, clank, clank
Ebenezer.
The slow moving push
Waters rushing from the heights of La Seiva
To Town, hitting the pipes with such
Velocity, every atom is embossed
Known by its name and number
Positioned to plunder
Will wonders every truly cease?
Gaze upon heaps of deceased men
Memories, mothers and families
But the resolution goes on
Clanking, creeping
Quiet and then, screaming
Dissenting approval, delegated authority
While the people chant
Their hands are raising
While their voices fade away
With an atomic red haze
-CocoaTea Poetry🌱
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