I wrote this poem a long time ago for an anthology I had to put together. I'll probably be putting up more from the same anthology later on. This is my villanelle. I originally wrote this about zombies, but it was pointed out to me that it could also be about the government. So here goes.
See their dark and soulless eyes
No heart with which they are made
Organize before they rise
They refuse to compromise
Without warning, light will fade
They'll find you when the daylight dies
The people scream, a child cries
No one comes to your aid
Organize before they rise
They'll keep their eyes on the prize
They kill for free; they're not paid
They'll find you when the daylight dies
They hear your screams and your sighs
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the shade
Organize before they rise
They give you all these filthy lies
They all hope you feel afraid
Organize before they rise
They'll find you when the daylight dies
Way to write about it, Krista.
Write on..... 
63846 Category:(Poetry) Created:(12/23/2010 9:27:00 PM)