Humanity

Burning bricks, dyeing sun,
rotting flesh until there is none.
Dark crucifix on the wall,
damned souls creeping crawl.

Blood flowing river's deep,
virgin mother's endless weep.
Seeking eyes to a darkened sky,
prayers carried on a breathless sigh.

Laughter from an insane mind,
victims to suffer he will find.
Games of torture taking toll,
being merciless on a helpless soul.

These days of hell will come to be,
if we don't find the good we need.
Killing the serpent, living sin,
never sleep in the Devil's den.



Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-08-12 at 01:01

Tags Dark  Spiritual  Life 

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Kathy Lockhart
Very deeply moving and so telling of the times. Dark and desperate. Perfect Title. You have a talent for finding the perfect title to your poems. Or do the titles find the poem? I am finding that you have an alternative to the darkness in these macabre poems. You offer the Light. :) kathy
2016-08-26



This id very well written. I would take this.porm metaphorically as the present state of himanity.
Ashe
2016-08-14


ternic2005
well done
2016-08-13


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Hmm ... days like these are sure to come if we don't do anything for humanity. Well written. Nice depictions.
2016-08-12