Loving The Taste Of Blood That Drips Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It can ache with a pain unbearable,
To know how viciously wicked...
A determined evilness can get to be.
And the rise of conflicts,
Show no signs of diminishing anytime soon.
With a sought after peace providing more violence,
To those remembering...
Just how close the aspect of having a peace,
Near and attainable to reach...
Could have been.

But those seeking the feeding of greed,
Defeated those possible dreams to see.
Leaving future generations to come to believe,
The weak are for peace.
And those at war are victors! Heros to praise.
It can ache with a pain unbearable,
To know how viciously wicked...
A determined evilness can get to be.
And those loving the taste of blood that drips,
Continue it even if the licking is of their own.

'Sip this. It's mine. You will find it delicious.'