The steely fire shot from her eyes
Put paid to all rebellious cries
The rest she'll simply hypnotise
The taker of lost souls
A quota rising every day
So many keen to slip away
Not fit to face another day
Being dragged over the coals
Confined by an electric fence
The tortured tingle as they sense
The lady should she take offence
Has heads put on her poles
The guilty take it in their stride
The shamed still seek a place to hide
The wheels are coming off this ride
She's picking at the holes
Eternity in her embrace
Attracts the heart that has no space
She walks among the human race
Playing many different roles
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Author:
peto (
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Magnificently written here peto, I love the juxtaposition of the cheerful rhyme against the savage content.
Though mother nature be the mistress of mistresses, I hope that there can be some consolation from her; towards a species that doesn't really know what it's doing.
Bravo again, and I hope that all is well!
Thanks very much scribbler
All is well
Hopefully the same with your good self
Truly appreciate such a review
Much obliged
An inspiring comment
Another stunning write, she also blows fire 🔥 marvelous 💖
So very kind Teddy
Can't thank you enough
It really does make it worthwhile
Extremely grateful
Another amazing but dark poem, just a wonderful job all in all, Stevie!
Thank you very much Christina
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