MADMEN

In the recess sleep
The violent madmen
Sweating tongues
Of raging verse
The alcohol drenched
Veins protuding
Twitching nerves
A voice to curse.

Centuries old
A well walked path
Marble footsteps
Etched through time
A bitterness fuelled
In poverty
Injustice
And wanton crime.

Idle ghosts
Demons rasp
In lands betwix
A haunted past
Words have spirit
To kill or die
Trapped in vapour
A violent eye.