Lawrence S. Pertillar
Cycles Of Death - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
An accepted pity celebrated with a toast.
Is this routine a joke at someone's roast?
And who is the one being 'done in' by these deeds?
A too comforting procedure,
By those at ease and strangely pleased.
A planned defeat that mocks to win!
Makes little sense except to them.
Keeping their pockets filled to the rim...
By initiating conflicts,
With contractors set to move in!
Serving 'Death by Chocolate'...
And Bloody Marys poured to sip.
More of these secret dealings,
Are rewards to keep few rich!
And abundant with sickness,
As humanity slips away...
They care less of the mess that distresses!
'Why should they? '
They are heard in private to say!
When these cycles of death...
Are created by them to pay!
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