![]() UngratefulA Poem by Laz K.How
many more grains From
the hourglass of my life Before
the sieve of your Greedy
hands is full? How
many more jolts and Convulsions
of this tired Beating
drum of my affection Before
the discordant Overture
of your would-be Birdsong
takes wing? How
many more nights shall I be The flickering
candle to the Moth
of your blind ambitions? Must
I be, like you, a corpse hanging Naked
from a cross, dripping blood, Crowned
with shame, scapegoat of The
whole world’s blame before The
rage of this injustice is
Pacified
and tamed? © 2025 Laz K.Reviews
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