spiraling, again

 the world is full of hatred 
 and people lined in rows 
 to tear apart all others 
(and that's just how it goes) 

 and oh how great we think we are 
(with such thoughts we are filled) 
 we're not like those subhumans  
 who we have lately killed 

 oh evil evil everywhere 
 to fight it's so inviting --  
(we dreamt of beauty once and calm 
 but how is *that* exciting?) 

 the rage of those denying 
 that they have any part 
 of all our modern rancor 
 can kind of break the heart 

 the spiraling of violence 
 the echo coming back 
 the one more day of mourning 
 and then the

 fade to black

Published by

Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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