Such A Wicked World

The sun’s arisen for millennia

Shining upon the killings and twisted hysteria

The heads of my brothers and sisters severed

And and platters of their limbs presented

Oh, why they drench blood into the soil

For the profit and the wealth and the oil

The amount of blood spilled cannot be measured

The murderers and rapists do what others do all but consented

The world a perverted and wicked heart

It regrets not of what it has done from the start

It continues to kill and rape and steal

Doing nothing to repair itself

The embodiment of insanity dwells here

No man dares to go against it in fear

For remorse, this world does not feel

It is as if the world was born from the fire of hell

Reviews

[Yari Garcia]

I really enjoyed this poem. It is direct and unashamed. You can feel a lot of human emotion in this one.

Well done,
Yari