In The Aftermath

The prophets always prevail in the post pronouncements

about the wake that follows any tidal force calamity,

vows are affixed in passionate proclamation,

in hopes this vestige of consequence

shall not become a harbinger of tomorrow’s ruins.

 

Then come the meetings and the speeches,

all the rally’s to end injustices

that leave their scars and blood dripped upon the mind

over a wound that no one cared

to prevent by taking away the villain’s brandished knife.

 

It is the legacy of dramatics that gets so much practice

by the hindsight sages that never have any real insight,

who always wait for the sacrifice of innocence

before they decide to react,

far too busy in their ardent zeal for attention

for noticing all those in the aftermath hints

visible in eyes of hurting souls,

carrying the storm warnings of a gathering rage,

which could be avoided if one wasn’t so busy

giving their sermonize philosophies of regret

over some other moment that was ignored

and now somebody has to pick up the pieces

of the preventable destruction.