Surrounded by death
In the midst of your glorious life
Try to ignore the feelings
Every time you see a ghost walking by
Try and try till you succeed
That's what you were taught
Been trying to catch the butterfly of success
It kisses you and then it's lost
You were the high priest
You guillotined innocent lives
They were sacrificial lambs to Success God
Drum rolls deafened all to their plights
With every strike of guillotine
"It's for the greater good",
You chanted in a high tone
No one dared to ask
Whose good will it bring
When the day is done?
Finally you caught the butterfly
No matter at what cost
You are now the idol to the cheering crowd
They hang on to every word you say
You swim in the rainbow of your pride
Bodies strewn on the floor
Looking at you with their unseeing stares
Perhaps you could have saved them
Does that thought make you despair?
Lying alone in a darkened room
You hear their incessant cry
Wake up covered in sweat
You couldn't get them off your mind
You seek a sanctuary
Where no one will know what you have done
A place where you can hide your guilt and lust
From the raging Sun
Out on the streets
Looking successful and suave
You repeat the oath to yourself
"I shall not feel guilty
There is no shame in hunger for power and lust"
- Author: Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 14th, 2024 07:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I am terrified of the words "FOR GREATER GOOD". Never could figure out whose good was it.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
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