J.A McManus

Little Gods.

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 crib
Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 3, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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  • Neil Singleton (10/15/2009 10:13:00 AM)

    now i really like this.. one of your most fineist art eever made.. reality is just tells how this poem works 10/10 big man..

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  • Ivor Hogg (10/14/2009 3:48:00 PM)

    a dose of harsh reality

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  • Gillena Cox (10/13/2009 7:42:00 PM)

    The repetition adds a rthymn and softens the harsh reality in this very profound piece, very nice

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  • Brian TaylorBrian Taylor (10/13/2009 7:11:00 AM)

    Strong stuff, John!

    Brian

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  • Chris G. VaillancourtChris G. Vaillancourt (10/12/2009 7:38:00 PM)

    Wonderful, vibrant work!

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  • Marcella D (10/8/2009 7:29:00 PM)

    very cute and sweet
    ~marcella

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  • Felix Walne (10/8/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    alot to think about under the surface

    very interesting poem and very original :)

    10/10

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  • Zeinab Sherif (10/8/2009 2:29:00 AM)

    when i read ur poem iimmediately it entered my heart i hope u mean what i thought it is very well expressed simple but deep i give u 10+++

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  • Estrella Baldemosa (10/8/2009 12:02:00 AM)

    a daily occurrence and is aggravating...

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  • Bob Gibson (10/7/2009 2:14:00 PM)

    They dwell in the shadows of the night
    to rape to steal to their hearts delight
    beaten and bloodied by these thugs
    where are the police? who are the mugs?

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  • Charlotte Riley (10/7/2009 11:12:00 AM)

    Hiya thanks for messaging me your the first person to contact me much appreciated =) I like this poem it reminds me very much of one of my own poems haha 'Familiars'. First off the swearing made me laugh and on a more serious note I like how you have described the manner of the little creatures and their obliviousness to emotion and aggression they feel. Very interesting!

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  • jimmy zepp (10/7/2009 12:09:00 AM)

    All those who are born beneath an angry star and baptized by hatred and fire, we say; 'Nothing comes from violence...Make love your only way...'
    A deep message for all those who have ears to hear and eyes to read! ! !
    10+

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  • Ency BearisEncy Bearis (10/6/2009 10:46:00 PM)

    Interesting poem and with deep analysis to conclude behind...nice work....10

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  • Patrick A. Martin (10/6/2009 5:26:00 PM)

    There is much to read between the lines here. Perhaps to much?

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  • Les Derbyshire (10/6/2009 4:58:00 PM)

    Reminiscent of the Greek gods fighting it out and the mere humans being the casualties, unable to shape their own destiny. Reflected in contemporary 'religious' conflict - the result of 'god made in man's image? ' As a poem this works because is it full of energy, the language is sharp and incisive, the form and length is tight and precise. Like it or not, this is an effective piece of work!

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  • Emma AdamyanEmma Adamyan (10/6/2009 3:43:00 PM)

    well it`s a deep poem. to be honest writing abt sosiety stuff the most difficult. the subject obliges. it`s full of hide worries and abt a person`s view, but the one who cares

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  • Maria Rodriguez (10/6/2009 2:47:00 PM)

    This poem talks about gods who in really aren't god. They are just plainly believing they are.This poem might as well be abut kings of gangs. This poem is really touching, down to earth and true.
    10, Maria R

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  • Lynda Robson (10/6/2009 6:38:00 AM)

    'Their hands forever stained with blood' how true are your words, hard hitting and to the point, rousing stuff,
    10
    Lynda xx

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  • Ken E Hall (10/6/2009 5:56:00 AM)

    The epitath of your poem is 'Onward christian soldiers marching on to war'
    and repeated in a thousand faiths, , , good work++++++10
    thanks for the read
    uavanice day

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  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (10/6/2009 3:28:00 AM)

    I agree somewhat with Louis Rams, seeing the same picture before me. An excellent weave of words and a very interesting poem well constructed. I liked this one a lot.
    Love Ernestine XXX

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