J.A McManus Poems
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The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire
Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.
They wander through the dark, abandoned streets
Their faces cloaked from the misery they spread
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers.
You almost feel sorry for the poor little bastards
Afraid of whatever they don’t or can’t understand
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire.
So vainly and cheaply they love, then toss it aside
Kicking at the bars of society like babies in a ...
Little ones never wish
Your young lives away
Live for the here and now,
Please don’t forget to
Laugh often and loud
And seek silver linings
In every dark cloud.