Tides are a Changing

The mob stood with rocks in their hands.
A collective consciousness growling with the licks of unfortunate blood,waiting for the impetus to target the innocent traveler.

No-one noticed my presence.
An ironic invisibility as I knew how to calm the hysteria, a raw skinned landscape of emotions outranking logic.
Instead of action I stood there in silence amongst them.
But not with them, an unknown yet not a stranger.
I felt their soulless thoughts and the sea of readiness, too ready …

Hate, it changes you.

The victim pleaded for his life but deaf ears were sunk by a thirst for salty revenge.
His cries of mercy a culled voice, his face white washed, faceless.
He had become the faces of their dead, too many lost hopes consumed by the war harlot.

I wanted to intervene.
I did not, impotent with all the power within my possession.
I was straining at my collar of obedience.

A young voice spoke reason " This isn’t going to further your cause, this is wrong".
The voice of reason was hissed into submission and the jagged conversation of pelting rocks began a smash of skin and bones.

Blood, sweet, sour, sickly.
The faceless one was hailed down to a whimper.
The mob belched triumphantly, a repulsive distortion of victory over the pain of losses.
I gagged on the stench of falsehood mixed with the dying man’s blood.

Quietly I moved and stood before the poor creature in need of my care. My wings interpreted his need and spread into their full majesty, the light of heaven shined through them, and me.

" I will take you home" I soothed to him.
I had the dying creature nestled in my arms and against my ordinance I unfolded my disguise.
I wanted them to see, to see the truth.

“An angel!” someone cried.
Silence split the air, there were eyes on me. Eyes changed by my real name.

My back to them, these words came forth “I am ashamed to have known you.”
Hate does not heal what is or what is not

I left without looking back, I felt the change of tides.

© K S Hardy 2012

Tides are a Changing

Arcadia Tempest

Joined November 2008

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This is for a group challenge on the theme ‘Change’
I have been influenced by recent world events……let us hope for peace.

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