No Rest For The Wicked

No Rest For The Wicked

A Poem by Mario Vitale
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love

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It's quiet now on the edge of town

food is scarce on the land

There's a turbulence something stirring

How can you even face it

no rest for the wicked

they travel in packs as a wolf

every corner they will follow

hearts are filled with bitter sorrow

they hide behind a squeeky wheel

others insist as no big deal

they can't help you cause they can't help themselves

searching through the garbage for truth

fall under the hiden garb of compromise

can't we see through those lies

they stay up all night with fright

in search of blood dripping blood off of side

the evil run away to hide

when they see the light

falling on deaf ears

they falls with bitter tears.

© 2017 Mario Vitale


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Added on September 1, 2017
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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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A Poem by Mario Vitale