From the depths of the soul the poison flows -
Like a river ladden by too much storm water -
Unfeeling hollowness of tortured humanity -
Turned upon itself now loathing humanity -
That which causes suffering & watches silently nearby -
Choking off once bountiful resources with fat hands -
Cruel child allowed to indulge himself -
Through willful action birth a saddist -
Who tortures his brothers from afar -
A coward striking from the shadows -
Well hidden from the view of peers -
Please tell me what you think
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Brovo!
Dear N,
You treat this darkness well with you words
but the mind wants to reject the message...
I find I hide from life and some of its realites
in my final years...I watch less TV, I read less news
and I pray more... and plant things in the garden.
This poem was well done and I am glad I visited you.
Jane
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