Richard S. Wells


Woe Betide The Spinning Vortex - Poem by Richard S. Wells

Since Adam slipped it's up to us to fall
so rancor and vendetta we employ,
where now is He who blind the errant Saul?

Acerbity's innate, man's distant call,
first fauna then the flora we'll destroy,
since Adam slipped it's up to us to fall

Civility is cast to dogs, we brawl
engorged in power swinishly we cloy,
where now is He who blind the errant Saul?

We're feral scions, clan neanderthal
and neighbors are the favorite whipping boy,
since Adam slipped it's up to us to fall

We still think one can rule earth uber alle
unlearn'd in the wrack of Rome and Troy,
where now is He who blind the errant Saul?

Invidious our fists impose our gall
and ravage pacifism as killjoy,
since Adam slipped it's up to us to fall,
where now is He who blind the errant Saul?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2003



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