Cadence of the Marching FoolsA Poem by emerald.Description: There is none.
They’ve reached their destination,
In the worlds of their imagination, They’re crawling and renouncing their position, Giving the tyrants the key of Infiltration. They have reached the end,
A fork in the road and ready to turn at the bend.
Yet in the nature of their revolution,
They’re giving up the conclusion before they find the solution.
The Dead tormented, The Sick demented, Lives fermenting, Bathing in deception. Cowards, heroes are one in the same,
Martyrs taken, their faces plastered in the hall of shame.
Fighting a war for the mistakes of the ones who rule,
The cadence beating with the hymn of the heels of marching fools.
Downing the innocence with a bottle of wine,
The good men die and the rich men dine.
Beaten, broken, and rarely spoken. Both are really useful, In the land of the rueful, They take down the ruler. Bodies rise and tears fall.
Never shall they lose it all.
The damned, the wicked, and the oh-so innocent,
Suppressed by the mercenaries law,
They’ll rise up and take it all.
© 2008 emerald.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2008 Last Updated on May 21, 2008 Authoremerald.In your pantsAboutPhysical Information: Name: It has some letters in it, maybe a number or two, too. Age: Guess. Location: In your pants. Oh, wait, nevermind. Sex: Female. Birthday: Maybe I wasn't born; didn't thi.. more..Writing
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