converts to a cult were searching
to a need ready to grasp a trendy flickering
light bright bright flames burning
did not see snares covered void need filling
target campaigns rape new converts in pouring
in deficiency life spent exhaustion drowning
daily flood washed to new fashion trendy cults
hope promise new opportunistic causes
saviour charismatic leaders
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem