Giving the words a breath of air
Slaying the old ones without a care,
Assuming always they were never there,
A gut feeling is an empty despair
The fringes of thinking become a lair
But the bright clouds shit their bombs everywhere.
Leaving the blank screens, their video games
Striking a similarity with the lame brains
Smiling atrocities is the latest of names
The sickly punctuated multi-coloured displays
Show that wars aren’t about death or laser rays
But the sky pisses napalm missiles every day.
Living the life of a mole in Baghdad
Is nothing if not ever so sad
The writing moguls feeding what is mad
Living is living is making a killing
Trying to pierce walls that are unyielding
But the vomiting fires go on in every way.
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Author:
Pete the Poet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
There is a cynics words in this poem a lovely write of dismay and disbelief. Sad but true. Very nice
thank you for your considered words
A write of sad but true state of affairs in today's world, I like the flow of the write and the slightly cynical tone, enjoyed the read
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