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O spindling reason, close thy soiled and
rationale like a thimble of water to thirst;
We’ve no blood left to drip our cheerless dreams!
Dreadful is our cresting obsession with greed,
Horrible is our pale
to the lords of death
And monstrous our empire’s approaching fury!
The waters flow with the slake of our wickedness
And these vile works speed the
Of the sacred beasts come to change what we would not...
O why can’t we see that our indifference to rigid awe
Has the world’s doorways strangled with skeletons
the creatures quivering wings?
Like a mother in the
of night we can, if we choose,
Erect a grand temple from out of our bosomed courage
And quell this; our trembling loam of mounting death!
Bring forth your kinship with the frayed cloth of man
And rise up in great hordes to defeat the thugs of mayhem
the gates to the shrine of hope…
A Poetic Justice Collage
Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman
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