Who wears the hide knew not the beast,
the butcher's pride on which we feast.
The slaughtered hope, the truth, the lamb;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
'Twas, too, our bent to slash and burn,
pollute for loot without concern.
Let rivers flow to soil and dam;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Obese the brutes in brutal greed
yet throw away what others need.
To do as want because we can;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Of pomp and bling, of coin and fame,
of gods and pimps it’s all the same.
Deny, decry; who gives a damn?
'Twas always thus, the ways of man.
We whinge, we moan, we plod along
yet still we hum the same old song.
As pawns we must, our masters' plan;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
The taints, the bribes, the backroom tricks,
the broken oaths, it’s politics!
Let moolah talk, it’s in the can;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
To war again, to cull and maim,
a million wreaths, the tombs of fame.
‘You did us proud', the papers ran;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Where evil reigns beneath the truths,
where men and lies in vile cahoots.
Of plots and plans, it’s all a scam;
'twas always thus, the ways of man.
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Tony Grannell (
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Tony you did it again a poem that calls out and calls on the carpet as well. Love the rhyme scheme as well as the repeated refrain and the end of each stanza. The message is emphasized as if crying shame, shame, shame. Another fave my friend
And thus it shall always be…
I actually cannot choose a stanza I love more, so I will just say another magnificent write dear Tony, very generous to share your poetic art with us, love the theme, I wish the world were more simple but that would simply be too easy. I really have enjoyed yet another dance from you my friend. 🌹
Tony, I think you know my love of poetic mirrors, and this is a grim mirror...polished with truth and history’s dust. You’ve captured humanity’s endless loop of folly and cruelty, each stanza hammering the refrain like a tolling bell. And yet, in its cadence, there’s a strange beauty…a rhythm that makes the bitter easier to swallow, though no less cutting. Masterful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave!
As I read this I can hear someone saying, it's always been this way, what else do you expect, enjoyed the read
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