Darling Poem by Shane Clawson

Darling darling this world is mess

A mixture of wealthy corporations

Selfish bureaucracies slithering for our money

That melts away like cheap wax

every time we see commercials ads.



Darling darling

I want to cuddle you

like my new born

Before you rot in a ditch,

floating away down the river.

Bullets that have hatched into bodies

My body, a plastic bag

With fingers, lips and eyes.



Darling darling

bangs at the door

black boots standing at the exit

I shall weep under my bed

leaving my cereal and orange juice untouched.

Perhaps I am a tyrannical criminal,

boot impressions littered around the bodies in the road

Never the less, I cannot pray for a higher power anymore

Janjaweed Janjaweed.