who will not run from blind men

who will not run from blind men
operating without consent
in theatres of quenched mercy
who will not flee the market
before blind hate madly ignites
like a dark dog prophecy

there are men dying to kill you
exposing children to pointless murder
there are transparent women
kept like a horny manís trophy
on broken mantel pieces
above the ashes of others

stern does not play ball
firm is religious
hand in hand they dare
the only end to burst
like a ring of fire
knocking on every door

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-01 at 09:13

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