In contempt, I am, if only To Be
within a reconcilable calm mind.
Forgive and reign within just piety;
tasteless hatred, justice be damned.
A dangerous heartless killing spree;
empathetic righteousness forgotten,
selfish survive by devouring lives, as
Amazing Grace plays upon an organ.
What attracts one to take another’s life?
If Hell be empty, do we walk with demons?
The merciless dissidents of stolen souls;
fire bullets etched with the words, “To Be”.
Launched into the air, no lives matter here,
from the innocent schools, to parks or malls
child, mother, stranger, animal or thy father,
devils reign clear, lives collected everywhere.
The digger of graves grows strong each day,
Charon plies the oars crossing the River Styx,
to the beat of the drums by the chosen ones,
fear the reapers scythe; death calls to you.
So in dreams this night; or whilst travelling
on, keep eyes to the sky always ready “To Be.”
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