Poem: 'Sound Of Violence' by Coralie Rowe

Sound Of Violence

(The Sound Of Silence)

by Coralie Rowe

Hello Satan, my old friend

You've come to play with me again

'Cos an incision slowly weeping

Led your soul to come a creeping

And the incision that slanted in my brain

Still remains

Breathing the sound of violence

Defenceless screams, I stalked alone

Burrowed treats from rubble stone

'Neath the hallow of soil damp

I found the squalor of the old and cramped

With despise I jabbed, dug and thrashed through an eon night

Submit to spite

And found the sound of violence

And in the tainted light so raw

Ten thousand demons, maybe more

Demons stalking whilst out reaping

Demons stealing whilst out thieving

Demons citing wrongs in voices that shred the air

And not one cared

To curb the sounds of violence

Cruel red eyes and horns that glow

Violence like a river flows

Fear the world that I did make new

Staked my soul that I might preach you

Now my hordes, of violent servants swell

They wallow in a hell of violence

And as demons killed and slayed

More fresh blood and gore was sprayed

As these swine slashed without mourning

A newfound hell was now dawning

The decayed dead, now hung from the soffits

Are bleeding down the scarlet walls

And sentiment calls

Are whimpered to the sounds of violence