And

Small and green with feathers and claws.

And

 

And the children lie sleeping sweet.
And the soldiers lie thinking hard.
And the fat politicians plan evil missions.
And the hearts of demons rejoice.

 

Bust the head of reason with dense blunt lies,
Out fly swarming thunderous truths,
Stinging eyes and piercing flesh with keener
Poisonous blades; trampling dark parades.

 

Voices murdered stronger generations;
Voices programmed sterile minds.
Blobs of  humanity mulling slowly
On blood-paved streets to dead media beats.

 

 Cut the throats of staggered slippery ghosts
Who haunt to possess weaker wills.
Still the hatred! Still the ignorance! Still
As a stalking beast! Devils roost and feast.

 

And the children lie sleeping sweet.
And the soldiers lie thinking hard.
And the fat politicians plan evil missions.
And the hearts of demons rejoice.

Author's Note

Smile if you have a mouth. ;)

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

The hearts of Saints rejoice as well ..this was very thought provoking ..as all these things are true the festering sores of humanity..I think poetry can sometimes work as a Balm.. to soothe..your poem addresses those demons who seem to mock..and distract.. but there is still beauty and innocence and I like to dwell as much with those.. I refuse to let the bully.. win..
There is evil .. there is good..there is dark and light ..I try not to forget one for the other..
you write well.

[Cassandra D.]

I have a mouth :)
I enjoyed reading this.