Summer in the City

As the mad sun makes blood boil into a stir,
Impatience becomes the glue
Sticking the stuck air.
 
Rain dreading souls long for moist,
Their change of tune
Cool haze the cooling of choice.
 
The chain gang ties shuffle in their droves,
Baking suits
In baking clothes.
 
Workers in hole of tarmac bleak,
Stirring in dust
Of cauldrons deep.
 
Town birds pick at discarded breads,
Blinded by glistening
Sweat lined heads.
 
Take me home
Back to the green
Away from this hellish, hell like scene.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Promised a Diamond Given a Spade

Richest divide back-dropped against poorest side,
Poorest side losing to society’s advancing,
Advancing credit tide.

Credit given hand over fist
Then cracked back by cracking whips,
Whips bought and paid,
People offered short lived diamonds that fade.
Promised a diamond, given a spade.

Spades dig only down,
Down further into sticky mud
Created by this credit flood.

People dig with breaking backs
Dig at the man’s tax dodging tracks,
Derail this train on these inequality tracks
Take off the straw from these camels backs.

No more turning of perfumed cheeks
Or looking down past judging beaks,
People need help to stand,
A caring pull, a gentle hand.

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Evil Cause

Martyrs with an evil cause.

Cowards who slam only innocent doors

their moral compass set off course.

All this evil

for a so called

cause.

 

They think fear will make us bend.

Wrong.

Back to hell with you all

and the twisted

message you send.

 

The days of black flags are numbered.

Our stick is long and reaches far

you offend all

including Allah.

 

Enjoy your time, of little you have.

Misguided fools

evil at heart.

Your time will end

when good will start.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Evil Acts

Evil acts becoming so common

love, all to trodden

under boot of evil mind

pains the sorrow of all mankind.

 

Terror thrashes at good and light

but only strengthens peoples might.

We do not bow to acts so cruel

they will not command

nor shall they rule.

 

In the darkest moments

the kindest hearts beam.

Beacons of hope for all to see

no evil could know such bravery.

 

I hope for a better world

for children anew.

A time when evil stops

and love

pulls through. 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Ripples Repeating

Trump at helm

who would of thought

the days are back

of when hate was taught.

 

Religion hijacked

the irony is there

the source of all knowledge

now the route of all despair.

 

Wars being waged

in some hopeless engage

and all to be accomplished

another blood socked page.

 

The history warnings

were there  all along

we just chose to hit repeat

and replay the same sad song.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.