Always leaves me with uncomfortable
With sheer disdain in my mind...
Such drab grey twig's and uncertain wings
Devoured by your word's oft' unkind;
To revel in the death of Springs sweet wren
In death - it lay upon it's back
Upon a table and next to a spoon
A victim of another 'Abstract' attack?
Careless greed and substance abuse rules you
Your insane world of cold and calculating minds
Where birds of a feather delight in your weather
For they declare you quite divine;
The world of voo-doo and hexes is alive and well
Across the country pond a coven forms their ring
It's an unfeeling - amoral - group of robotic creatures
For it is evil curses their voices sing;
By, Theodora Onken
April 4,2014
good writing, I like it, here we are really in calculating world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan, thank you for your kind words. Yes, it is a calculating and troubled world.