People, people, people, today,
—Don't they all, but seem,
Accustomed to the agonies—
Of sorrow and shock!
To pain and suffering. (Today…)
'Today, they're only mortal comedies—
After all—as are all subversive—horror show stories'.
Just shrug your nervous shoulders—aback
And give out that tenuous frigid laugh.
To all this human cost
Spill-it-out like cold-vomit over their loss
'Over their bankrupt, souls torment'.
But—you know, I'm sure? !
There is still a shock that'll
Cut you to the quick to the core.
Just occasionally, even venomously,
If it's just outwardly, cowardly, and outwardly,
They're all still looking, deeply, anaesthetized.
(But I'm one-hundred per cent I'm still sure!)
There is still a shocking story that'll
Cut you to the quick to the core.
'THIS JUST IN… Some Breaking News'
'SOME PROFOUND… BREAKING, News'
Here's a modern-day horror story
A man's face is chewed—off
By another man—whilst being shot!
By an armed officer of the law—a cop!
'Now here's a question; where does this register? '
Why may you well think? I've seen Hannibal Lector
But, just you wait until you've seen
'You've seen the core, the face missing from the picture'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem