Moody

Nothing, actually.

So moody

Thick & woody

Like a parchment

Or a document

With a lid

On a small kid

Whose future is bleak

Like a leak

Or pants down

In our small town

Money stashed  away in wallets

Women won over in bullets

History has its charges

And Heaven its grudges

Man is up for grabs

In his yard of holy craps

Call it civilization

Or annihilation

All the same

Man is without shame

Reviews

[Shirlena]

This is excellent and profound and rhythmic and not monotonous, sobering yet merciful toward man because we are pitiable as a whole but this piece pardons the ills and the mistakes it seems while at the same time daring us to be accountable. This is my interpretation of it but it doesn't matter because it is wonderful with out it :).

[Joseph Eluzai]

Thanks, Shirlena! You spoke to my heart.

[Shirlena]

You so welcome. You spoke to my heart as well :)

[Elle J. Inad]

Thank you for reviewing my poem! I figured I would return the favor, however I was wrong. You have provided me with a second favor, the privilege to read this. Society has indeed lost itself in all that is bad.

[Joseph Eluzai]

Well said, Elle. Thanks.

[stars are far]

that was nice...well done :)

[Joseph Eluzai]

Thanks, Stars Are Far. You are, too!

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing...:)

[Joseph Eluzai]

Thanks alot, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)