Hobo Soup

In vain attempt to form an ember.

Shimmering saints procreate a dying star.

And in vision, to the consuming messenger: 

Whom to kill is to be reborn.

Luminescence in the eye of control.

Eloquence takes a stab in the dark.

We fail to mention the tourniquet that holds the broken neck of indignation.

and the babies cry on.

and the killers feed upon.

while the peaceful Lie upon the gentle beam which is broken.

walking with knives in our backs.

talking with bombs on our hearts.

Unreasonable social decay

on which we wash our minds away.

So walk, you beggar.

run you vagabond.

Eat the rats that you call your family.

and send your self packing on the hidden highways of Hell.

Reviews

[E.j.aka.Hannah]

OOOOHHH!!!! I like this one...freakin awesome.


'We fail to mention the tourniquet that holds the broken neck of indignance.'

Amazing. Well done.

[Star-Runner]

Very well put and I do mean that, Aweome write.

[Mitchell J.U.]

Thank you good sirs. The poem is exactly what you suspected.

[thecoolone52]

ohhhh was that about politicans and society....... cause that makes sense... great vocab here.... nice imagrey as well... my favorite lines..........

walking with knives in our backs.
talking with bombs on our hearts.
Unreasonable social decay
on which we wash our minds away

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet write