In remembrance of Renee Good and Alex Pretti
I stared into its stoney
eyes, in disguise, a world distorted,
Where dreams of humanity were
being badly thwarted.
In the gaze I lost my way,
cast amidst the disenchanted,
Descending into the state of
hatred that had been planted.
In place of warmth, and
harmony, an awful ugliness grew,
From a cold unpleasant state
of mind, that I never knew.
There the madness of men
dwelt, with hardened hearts,
Casting their callous minds
adrift, their sallow souls apart.
With revolting ideology
lodged within an alternate space,
Where love of friendship, and
compassion, held no place.
Their awful reign of terror
spawned by brains unhinged,
The state of lawlessness
generated by a malignant fringe.
The vile old man who ranted
and raved a load of dribble,
The sickening stain upon the
nation from his acrid piddle.
Men in masks, no name, no
face, pepper spray, and guns,
Intolerant bigots badly bred,
Proud Boys and Satan’s sons.
What do they see, what
outrageous shame, do they hide,
With the hatred and
intolerance that they harbour inside.
The clans of unscrupulous
felons, committing executions,
The beastly scum of the
earth, breaching the constitution.
Targeting American citizens
born of colour, that they see,
Snatching defenseless women,
and kids, in their evil spree.
Leaving them bruised,
battered, abandoned by the way,
Dropped in parks and strange
places, bloodied and dazed.
Committing coldblooded public
executions in city streets,
Their lawless intimidation
casting shame upon the police.
The countenance of
destruction their malevolent measure,
The wicked hand of hate
crimes their repugnant pleasure.
With no conscience embraced,
within their wickedness,
And yes, I felt the wrath of
their ill-tempered stoniness.
Toward innocent people packed
in dirty prison camp sites,
Incarcerated on trumped up
pretexts, against their rights.
I lamented to the abhorrent
sins that ICE had transgressed,
For their aim to create a
world of lost souls and oppressed.
Through its narrow eyes, ICE
despised so many people good,
Destroying social order where
other cultural values stood.
Casting a world full of
desolation and shattered dreams,
Forcing people into
submission like bygone cruel regimes.
Bound by fear that fed the
merciless inferno with the dead,
With its brazen sickness
lusting for innocence as it spread.
Twisting, writhing,
deforming, leaving waste in its wake,
Destroying people’s lives,
families, creating heartache.
I saw through its evilness,
the clouds of smoke screens,
To the future, to a shattered
world, of ruthless extremes.
And as the sun set, to mark
the final days that dawned,
Nothing was left but
brokenness and innocence scorned.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET
(Feb 2026)
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