A Dying City

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem represents one of the main characters of the political and authoritative systems of Today : Corruption and maladministered regulations -- which have been given a blind eye by our "leaders".

Submitted: November 18, 2012

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They drag Him through the thorns; Shackled and bruised, Punished before his children As they weep and flail at His tormentors Who do not care -- Iron fortresses as cold as their eyes They seek not His judgement but the pleasures of authority Corrupted and misguided by a stone-strewn system; Stark-black they lay their laws.

Invisible protests -- for They are too afraid. Small sin, innocent transgression They do not care; fueled by tainted wisdom Forcefully they rip at His hair -- A blood-soaked scream while they chortle with excitement A play-toy rattled by inexperienced children In their corpsed vehicle He is flung Leered and mocked at before its steel jaws slam shut.

The monster shrieks and speeds off. Two children alone -- desolate orphans; Unfortunate products of a forgotten event.


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