Rust

Rust

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

When there's no more;

No more worry, no more pain.

All progression will cease;

Humanity will bleed;

Limbs will tremble, it will all crumble.


Worthless gutless pigs!

Left to bleed!

We are violence!

No God, no masters, no glory!


Remove the heads;

Hang them for all to see;

Put them on their knees;

Ignore their plea!


Slaughtered sentences;

Murdered by words;

Preachers and greedy world leaders;

Death to the pigs!


Staring at broken clocks;

Chaos has been given birth;

Steeples stained red.


A screaming child,

The starving mother,

Blessed be the church.


Set a fire;
We will watch it burn;
Filthy cowards, a failed creation.

If there was a stairway to heaven;
Both sinners and saints would climb.
Existence is futile;
We are rusting wounds.









© 2015 Phillip J Clayton



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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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I am a visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 10+ years of experience working in the visual arts industry. As an independent artist, I also pursue a host of personal projects and brands... more..

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