rapaciously day eats day

rapaciously day eats day
the grey of an old
is the gutter of the night
bleeding on all controls
the sound of told misery
squeezing darkness out of I

we met briefly by the counter
hoisting flags and smiling
we were introduced as torn
winds that never were borne
to find the final break
where I do not care anymore

silenced into screams
in halls of suicide bombers
where terror is just another death
by the moonless hand
the dead one

and there are governments
that condone violence
invading countries
with a new device
to detect the white smoke
of the rich clergy

the righteous march
zealots wrap dynamite
around their young lives
the tick tock of the foul
ignites yet another market
burning in the night

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-30 at 00:10

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