Bones

Remnants of ash bones,
Decay βneath tombstones.
Idolized rugged cross.
Lament innocence loss.
No integrity to ferret,
Mortality espy no merit
In a world of hades shade,
Child of God wields a switchblade.
Humanity callously lost,
Virtues a lavish cost.
Callowness grows cold,
Merciful amnesty sold.
Wallowing in past pain,
No means to contain.
Demons rival for higher thrones,
Ravenously fall on bag oβ bones.
Build sacrificial fireβs high,
Till flames touch the sky
A burnt offering Iβd suggest,
Appease God of unrest.
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WOW!!... This is excellent work dear poet sister ~
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ~ "In a world of Hades shade
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Child of God wields a switchblade"
Friggin' BRILLIANT.......PINNED for perfection!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?β΄β€
thank you, Tony. Your stopping by to comment brought a huge grin
Amazing write! Exactly what I was trying to say in my poem, you'veΒ done it brilliantly and impactfully!
thank you so much for stopping by to gift a bit o' love
Seriously great piece Lisa. Really blown away by this one and the line that hits hardest is, as Tony said "Child of god wields a switchblade". Really powerful, love it.
Nigel
Thank you Nigel. it is so very sweet of you to leave such a nice comment
Outstanding! There's a lot of feeling running this cruel and violent piece.
Thank you Ian.Β