Half Mast

Half Mast

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Boldly justifying convictions.
Self becomes disgust;
Justice for all, kill for peace!
One world, one hate!

Segregated, a price must be paid;
Hearts as black as they can...
Behold the glory of man.
Freedom to the gutless sheep,
death to those that refuse.

I don't belong here;
A dark infernal place,
I wish not to face anymore.

Hide in this shame,
fight for a dying world.
Hate what we have become,
await the end of all life...

Angles and demons side by side,
fighting for the heads that be;
Watching steeples fall.
Priests and rabbis burn,
Their daughters nailed to the cross.

Worship the filth that rapes and hugs you,
vote for the pigs that lead and feed you,
One nation under hypocrisy.



© 2015 Phillip J Clayton



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Added on November 17, 2015
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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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