Poem -

Ax - men

Ax - men

AX - MEN

Vain men pick up ax to grind 

wielding their weapons of war

tossing justice into a wall of hate

paving no way to debate

or even contemplate

chopping down hopes 

rooting out dreams

with scathing barbarity

leaving no chance of regrowth 

the stunted minds fall in line

short sightedly admiring crime

oblivious to the obvious

the glint on the axmens blades

swinging the wide arm of the law

swooping down mercilessly 

ravaging indiscriminately 

black, brown,yellow,maroon and white 

ridding the world of greenery 

running everything red

every ounce is bled 

and every crumb is shred

vain men pick up ax to grind

with sharpened weapons of

mass machinations

blunting thought and dulling mind

head google eyed body boxed in

transfixed business fixed

while axmen go behind to lumber

acres and acres with great authority

gleaning dales valleys and hills

whetting appetite 

cleaning plains and plates

with rough tongue rasping

as earth is srtipped red raw

exposed discgracefully 

wailing her torment 

in the howling winds

dying for worldly sins

vain men pick up ax to grind

sharp steely eyed

with metallic monsters

hunting sky chasing clouds 

beyond the dreams 

killing silver linings

shooting crossbows 

hitting arched spectrums 

depleting every pot of gold

ozo strato thermo exo 

colours die without horizon

giving no air airing no care

 the blue carpet is wrapped up

as darkness falls on the land

vain men pick up ax to grind

mère men mère mortals like mermen

going under water experimenting

 zoning they go down down

meso bathing in the basin

fathoming to depths of dispicability

drinking thirstily

draining every cockle n mussel

alive alive oh

big fish in the dark

sparing no spear

breaching natural laws

beaching intelligence

on corrupted shores

as angered seas rage

waves and waves of objection

washed away by deception

vain men are no relations of mine

vain men pick up ax to grind

controlling mind and killing kind

open eyed yet walking blind.

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