David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Max - Poem by David McLansky

He wished the world a holocaust,
So he could rise and be the boss;
He of sinew and strong arm,
He dreamed of peons on his farm;
Of swords and knives and fisticuffs,
Of dark commands and being rough,
Of forts and walls and hand-dug moats,
Of armies massing, of angry boasts;
Of pillaging, of rape and theft,
A world where he was suited best;
So he lives his life on movie screens,
And muffles out his mothers screams.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 4, 2013

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