Squeezed blood engulfing conduits.
Suspended in tainted euphoric bliss,
held hostage in life’s foreign state;
forced to breathe at a heightened risk.
Pull the plug, you wolves, please hasten relief.
A preposterous drone holds life on loan.
Red fire gaze an arrogant high towered thief.
Barbarians cut clean through flesh and bone,
Broken silence wanes, thick rancid air.
Tumultuous screams bite through thy nerves.
Doth a nightingale, ever dare to care,
Wilt death grant solace this old man deserves.
Cold, ancient eyes harrowingly stare,
groans penetrate deep throated prigs.
Chalk faces, no masks do they wear,
Forked tongue trudge an anus so big.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.8/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in tainted euphoric bliss. Nice work.