Poem -
SPaRe sOuLs
Truth is...
I do not wish them well
For most in truth
I would consign
To the dark depths of a hell
The man who beats his child
and dog
The sick who laugh at pain
The power mad who play
wrong games
The war lords...all insane...
So...this must make me quite
bad too, for I've no respect for
most of you
So, should I clasp my hands in
prayer
Maybe beg the lord my soul to
spare
Or should I hold him to
account
For letting all the evil out, to play their psychopathic games
To plunder torture and
enslave, for
Truth be told I hate them all
Would burn them up in hell's
own hall, so
Perhaps I'll clasp my hands in
prayer, and beg our lord...
My soul to spare
M P 10/6/21
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Comments
Wow, Marion! Super well-written here. To be honest, I think we can all relate to this feeling and thought... Seems to feel as if no one understands us but our fellow poets! Although... people are different... Maybe it's a 2-way street, we are not accepted and we don`t accept others. All I know is that an eye for an eye and the world goes blind... Peace to you Marion fantastic poetry here. Always will be here to support your work.
Bit of a nasty one here Max but I saw a man kick his dog the day I wrote it for no reason, the dog howled but I was driving and couldn't stop...I realised then I hate people...X