Sinister, This Way Comes

Sinister, This Way Comes

Late in the evening and off in the distance,

Swirling dirt devils forecasting rain for instance.

It’s not the usual evening approaching before night,

But one speaking of terror, one of fight or flight.

Many say something sinister this way comes,

Brewing fear that causes folks’ hearts to succumb.

Shrouded in destiny’s cloaks tattered and torn,

Causing some to wish they’d never been born.

Sitting and watching this unimaginable sight,

Through clouds of smoke hiding false prophets’ blight.

It’s not unusual for their secrets to be squelched,

While liars and false prophets more lies they belch.

We wonder what this evilness is that approaches,

Speaking of false hope and holding faithless torches.

It’s the political world when it’s finally exposed,

One dressed in promises they will never uphold.

You must stand holding hands you sheep for the slaughter,

No matter whether it’s father, mother, sister or daughter.

It’s not in them these soulless dark vessels of destruction,

To deliver to the nation a revelation of reconstruction.

As many in our past have done, it is said,

Many that have lived their lives and are now dead.

Trim your candles’ wicks, those long since stored away,

For what approaches will crush our hopes causing decay.