David von Rudisill Poems

Fate, you seamstress old witch
Garments of life measured with line
The misery of men, a fabric been stitched
By your roughshod, wicked designs
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Religion is melting humanity's wit
As a wildfire burning brains
A fire set by a madman, long ago lit
Scorching the stupid, the weak and insane
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As I walk this graveyard somber
Of a country that lost its life
Its gravestone reads, in the distance yonder
Stabbed by debt's dagger knife
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