Friday, February 20, 2015
Man Of Avarice
When the city is empty we come get warm,
With one worn cloth, with one won birth.
This city of lights adventurously emits life,
Fugitives abuse the sixty years and two days.
When crime comes with a tramp we object
To criminal actions, the dogs distance us
As we scare them towards the borders and walls.
A tower must determine the properness
Of trials that aren't another empty box.
We stand motionless, seeing them stop
With races and battles, wars and unions.
Peace has a technology of its own,
The same as the young lady who weds
The living men of the century.
When the city explodes and reunites with heaven,
Or when it places the markers of disrespect,
We exploit the loyal people who crowd around
A revolutionary leader, despicable man of avarice.
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse