spoiled by religion and war

spoiled by religion and war
little man clings to the book
straps all his cold coin sorrow
to the chest of a last day

he who will not wallow in bitter I
abolishing all claims and holds
will be the one to bleed no more
in better days perhaps or not

dark fruit rotting in the sinister
murderous madness with no water
there are no safe havens eyes
there is only I you see a fire fly

smoldering sobbing with swords
there can be no two of eye
only the throbbing masses of no
in greed malice and no love reptile

belonging is not a psychotic
shooting amphetamine or blame
the first frost flew
there were chores and hands




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-22 at 15:56

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