An Email to a friend who is also a writer.
Like most people around the world I've been trying to deal with the events of last Tuesday and writing has been a good outlet in the last few days.
I don't usually sit down and write, especially not poetry, but I got around to putting a few verses together and I thought that I would like to share my dark, apocalyptic thoughts with someone who can see more than just words on paper (or a screen).
Anyway, be warned that I haven't written anything flowery and optimistic - I've just been venting some dark bottled up emotion and this is what has evolved. I'm not really looking for a critique, just someone that can understand the need to use words and paper rather than bombs and bullets.
TWO OF A KIND
Two cards dealt by fate,
paired devices in a chanceful game.
Why do they gamble with innocent lives?
The diamond, still rough, and the club, absent of shame.
A lover of money and a trader of souls,
juxtaposed; enemies competing for similar goals
Two freedoms voiced under the banners of faith
a binary of ideals converged at the tangent
Are these the symbols of a world still forming?
The Cross and the Crescent,
the phrenetic and the fanatical,
contiguity; believers in the same ancient idol.
Two energies forged by the gods
a polarity of latent direction
Will the immovable object meet the irresistible force?
Eastern resurrection faces western insurrection
A phoenix rising to glory, an eagle in the twilight of power,
osculation; barbarians of the same hour.
Two battles fought by sentient beings (in theory!)
coupled semaphores of distress.
Can any be the victor of such bloody battles?
Both commit to justice, neither will confess.
Blood on the stars, blood on the half moon,
analogous; all humanity facing the same impending doom.
September 2001
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