Bluer than
the damn Danube
Deeper than
the dastardly sea
Older than
the London Tube
This unrepentant
humanity
A wretched lot
overall
filled with fancies
and sins alike
Rarely are they
brave at all
to tell their owners
to take a hike
For greed and avarice,
lust and pride
Envy, sloth
and wrath abide
to make us slaves
one and all
who bow the knee
to our master's call
Dare we breathe
a better air?
They will come
to choke us quick
If one moment
of peace we share
They beat us with
our own sticks
Led by the nose
we obey
the seven deadly kings
we serve
Here divided
and forced to stay
prisoners on
this planet earth
(July 20th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
