Bullet Mad

"Heard the singers playing, how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, trying to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pouring, falling on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain."
Creedence Clearwater Revival ~ Who'll Stop the Rain


The world is bullet mad.
Anger twists tongues in to threats,
tomorrow smells like smoke.

How many bombs until
the earth is gone?
How much thirst until we’re dust?

Religion is collecting martyrs,
bartering evil for a god stamp.
Love is four letters of unknown.

Too many people are chasing endings,
betting on blood for new beginnings.

The world is bullet mad….
Tomorrow smells like decay.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

#NaPoWriMo2017

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Comments

Thotpurge said…
Agree at this rate, tomorrow does smell of smoke and decay and there seems to be no stopping it.
Jim said…
I like your lines,
Too many people are chasing endings,
Betting on blood for new beginnings.
A lot of truth here, Susie. I think the attitude we have been using, "let's talk about it and not be hasty" has come to its end.
"Goodly did," as one of my friends would coyly say.
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Helen said…
... and it terrifies me. Sober, deep poetry Susie.
Sreeja said…
A very powerful poem...sharing it!
kaykuala said…
The world is bullet mad….
Tomorrow smells like decay.

An ending that spells reality and of the doomed feelings of tomorrow. Can here be salvation!

Hank
Billy Blue Eyes said…
Yep you summed it up well there
Powerful poem ... and great song.
Kerry O'Connor said…
Love is four letters of unknown.

This seems to be true when one hears the news of the day.. but I do believe that the majority of people are more loving of their neighbours than hateful.
Magaly Guerrero said…
You had me at the title, "Bullet Mad", indeed. And it's a frustrating shame.
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Sad that your words are the truth, but they are...
Anna :o]
Rommy said…
This starts with a slap right from the title and doesn't let up. Very powerful.
Anonymous said…
I hope this is just a great poem. The truth is there are many working for good. They lust don't make the media.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Religion is collecting martyrs,
bartering evil for a god stamp.
Love is four letters of unknown.

This is sadly true in times like these. Powerfully penned, Susie.