Poetry - TwinTowers
TWINTOWERS
By Michael Wear
As Below so Above …
When Everything feeds on Others,
Does it not make you Un-easy,
Perhaps slightly Dis-easy?
Sanguine the smile of the fittest,
To Glorify Somebody’s God,
And prey on Lesser Relatives,
Rudimentary Intelligence …
Collateral Damage …
Striking Terror among their kind,
‘Tis the Future of mankind,
Pale the Pustule of the Rind
In War and Strife we find,
No Respite from woe and grief
In this Century 21 …
From suffering we find no relief, Life
Flossing your teeth the smell of death, Sweet
the scenes of Macbeth … Compared to this
Age of Ours,
All in the name of Right,
The might of Peace in Flight …
Voltaire was right when he said:
Earth is the Asylum to which, The
Rest of the Universe …
Sends its Lunatics.
By Michael Wear
As Below so Above …
When Everything feeds on Others,
Does it not make you Un-easy,
Perhaps slightly Dis-easy?
Sanguine the smile of the fittest,
To Glorify Somebody’s God,
And prey on Lesser Relatives,
Rudimentary Intelligence …
Collateral Damage …
Striking Terror among their kind,
‘Tis the Future of mankind,
Pale the Pustule of the Rind
In War and Strife we find,
No Respite from woe and grief
In this Century 21 …
From suffering we find no relief, Life
Flossing your teeth the smell of death, Sweet
the scenes of Macbeth … Compared to this
Age of Ours,
All in the name of Right,
The might of Peace in Flight …
Voltaire was right when he said:
Earth is the Asylum to which, The
Rest of the Universe …
Sends its Lunatics.