Unmarked

Two magnets opposingly charged
high ramparts made night from day
I was house-bound, burning logs
while you hunted birds of prey

love banned but bans called
lines in sand, the blood lines met
through it all, joint lives unfold
you the keeper, I the kept

(ch)
no stone slab stamps this death
unmarked is the place I kneel
my arms hold a fading wreath
fingers scatter petals peeled

hard to say what sparked decay
p’raps soundless lies and sightless deeds
notched the years and weeks and days
and clayed granite choked the seeds

(Bridge)
here’s a crypt no one else can see
the living decomposed by war
polarised lives, and only we
sense the rot gnawing at the core

(ch)

go unpunished and unconsequenced.
those in power are there for
the sole purpose of
living above the law.
Justice is a farce.

until we return to respecting
the rule of law,
I see little hope for the
future of a once great nation.

laws can and must evolve.
but there is due collaborative and consultative process for that too.

I spy an increasing trend
for some leaders
in other countries,
to ignore the rule of law in their land;
unilaterally reinventing or worse,
applying certain aspects of the law to others
while flouting it themselves.

soon, these "great" nations
will also have the prefix
“once” before the “great”