While the Village Slept

      Short but not so sweet… “Complacency, will bring about the demise of Democracy”…..Jack Downing.

While the Village Slept

 Out, beyond the range,

of the scent of the hounds,

the invaders massed, in force.

Preparing without haste,

waiting, without sound,

for events, to set the course.

 

Time, for them, an ally,

as the village slept, in peace.

Secure within the comfort, of their past.

Danger, long forgotten,

their defenses, had no crease.

And, against all armies, they’d hold fast.

 

The invasion planned,

well before the hour,

for all circumstance, unknown.

The villagers were soon to be,

without their usual power,

then, in to chaos, thrown.

 

At the hour of the rooster,

when he began to crow,

the invaders, took to arms.

And with the sun,

into the village, flowed.

Giving quarter, none, from harm.

 

The gore and blood,

in rivers ran,

from every site, and section.

Where, were the vaunted defenses now,

the protectors of the land?

Might there have been, defections?

 

When death’s visit ended,

and the slain, brought out to count,

hundreds, nevermore to be.

 Piled high, at center square,

a vast and great amount,

of those, spirits now set free.

 

And the traitors, with their silver,

slithered back, away from there,

with their evil, bought and paid.

While the invaders, ate and drank,

from the village shares,

and no act imagined, was forbade.

 

The women were as chattel,

the children, kicked and scorned.

For to the victors, all had passed.

And the living, wished at times, to be,

they, who now are mourned.

And upon the traitors, curses cast.

 

Now the time of occupation,

would linger for an age.

And then once more, the village slept.

Secure now, in defenses,

that on a grander stage,

tricks them to forget, how once they wept.

 

 Jack Downing

Mar. 2011

 

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Now Spring has arrived and now I must decide, which clothes that I can still wear. But I haven't lost any weight so I guess it's my fate to rummage through my closet and swear.
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One Response to While the Village Slept

  1. hard tom forget, I still remember my childhood experiences..

    colorful imagery, well done poetry.

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