Chapter One : Our Hero

This is a political poem I wrote a while back.. Yeah.. Political poetry.. It gets worse.. ^_^

Godless like an itching Membrane.
Wanting, Rotting, in a propitious Embrace.
Self Loving like a knife in the Neck
Never weathered, a viral debate.
Expanding arguments in expensive augments
Accessories effectively equipped excessively
These weapons like 200 tons of death
Riding the sky to the homes of the fallen
In God's name they are calling.
Retribution.

Author's Note

It's political so I expect something.. Your call.. Worthy?

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

Worthy is not a strong enough word. As usual, you mange to say in such few words what I probably couldn't in volumes. I'll admit that I didn't totally understand all of the capitalization (personification?), but your alliteration was brilliant and well-used. Every word was obviously chosen with the utmost care and thought, and that really shows. You have a really powerful work of art here - bravo!