The army in verse

The army of words
They cross the world
Their legs are letters changing
coming together and seperating
advancing toward meaning

Unleashed upon the world
Written into the tatoo on a poet incognito
Making their way across the city walls
An army burning it´s way into the psyche
like tyres spinning on the ashphalt
like a billion trees struck by lightening

The ranks are filling and the pressure is attractive
Minds want to feel the touch of such tangible abstraction
Not in trends or screens but in words and ideas
the mind has never seen

Verse ties the hands of tyrants
rubbing off the flesh from their foreheads
to expose their deranged frontal lobes
The stealth of those metaphors
boots battering desert rock toward the merciless oppressors
With all senses awake to the atrocities of Siria

A fine acquaintance is oblivion
It´s time we introduce him to these thugs in black
Until the very darkness they propose has wined and dined on their souls
and the void inside them drives them to suicide