*HOMOSAPIAN*
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Pull the strings of a violins violence
crank the siren that sounds of silence
swing the sword of mameing malice
destroy the walls of the plaster scene palace
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hear the cry's of tears torn
hordes are counting dead babies born
blind your eye in a new day's dawn
everyone's hunting the final fawn
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mans wrath has wicked worth
not evolving but backwards birth
humans humanity asks fist's first
curiously ask if they are cure or curse
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the world whispers a saddening song
a fat cat cracks from laughing to long
man kindly thriving in the willfully wrong
denying and disguising our three pricked prong
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Comments
Yeah I liked the rhyme scheme as well. Not a technique I'm used to reading, so it did keep me interested. Also, I'm glad you didn't use the simplest rhyming words ever, that's one of the most annoying things in the world, I think.
i liked the thickness. i don't know how else to describe it. you say much with a little. and yes the world often looks exactly like this. that's why i have to keep on looking the other way. i gets to be too much sometimes. great job.
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