Painting The World’s Cold Image! ! ! Poem by Compton Wright

Every time I close my eyes I see death
It shows my brother dieing in my arms
Said in his last words “Don’t be a failure”
Never satisfied of what I have precious in my life
I only destroy it from existence of time
Or let it perish through hate and depression

I always asked god why I have this state of mind
But no reply or sign or message to go by
So I’m an outcast to the world or more like
A wanderer without guidance of a pure soul
To tell me what’s right and what’s wrong

But a young mind can be corrupt and alter
Turning children with innocence into born killers
In mere days and weeks with no mercy in their eyes
Nor tears to show their sins upon the born living
Telling you all may not change of who you are
Or how you think of the world or your actions
Because you’ll do same thing them anyway
But telling one soul their wrong doings
Will bring light inside people’s hearts and spirits
Even through heartless demons caged in prison cells
Can change but again we are just as bad as they are
Are we not?

Putting them through death row
Into the electric chair, sticking them with the needle
Which transfer poison in their veins or putting them
Through the gas chamber making them cough, vomit and
Die in a puddle of feces…sadly I think telling the truth
About what lies within the land of the free is darker
Than what we imagine and if this is true than tell
The people to make peace and make judgment on
Themselves as let God be the judge and the executioner
As far as we know telling one soul what right makes
Millions of souls become pure as well so spread the word
As I just painted an image of the world truly be….Sin and Evil!