from the cradle to the coffin

from the cradle to the coffin

A Poem by nigrum homonculus

i wrote this for a friend of mine. he wanted something intense and that explains the hypocritical nature of humans. but i fear i have ventured into realms i do not understand entirely yet.


Our birth right is to be denied the truth.

Brain dead activist fighting a political god.

Fear is the tool that’s keeps the well from running dry,

False promises made for a profit to gain


Natural evil? That’s out of our hands.

But moral evil? We grip with an iron fist.

Pointing out another mans impurities,

When indeed its our fingers, that are stained with dirt.


The chronological fallacy has lead hatreds intimacy,

The religions wage war, while their books speak of peace.

The damnation waits for a “deaf” nation, not listening to the words

Of an invisible deity.


From the cradle to the coffin, we are spoon fed lies,

The architects of intellect are the harbingers of disaster.

Harder we pull on the strings of a martyr,

For his life belongs to the words of a mastermind,

The immortal immoral dictator.

© 2012 nigrum homonculus

Author's Note

nigrum homonculus
as i said, i think i have bitten off more than i can chew here. so please state if anything doesn't make sense.

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Added on June 1, 2012
Last Updated on June 1, 2012
Tags: cradle, grave, datvirgo, politics


nigrum homonculus
nigrum homonculus

london, surrey, United Kingdom

i have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..