Puppets of the Devil

Our world is cracked; so cracked it is on the verge of shattering. With how broken we are, only a miracle can fix us now.

A world where people are blind,

To what's important and to what's not,

They walk amongst each other like shades,

Colourless, emotionless, the lot.

Blood may be shed near them,

But they coldly turn a blind eye,

A child would plea for assistance,

They would not turn even if the child were to die.

A world that God has forsaken,

A world where man will continue to kill man,

A world where children will be children of devils,

A world where mankind will cease to understand.

The reapers of souls will smile in glee,

For the many souls that fly into their claws,

The demons in the dark will shout in triumph,

For the bloodbath and chaos from our wars.

The world will not end from natural disaster,

It will not end from such a simple thing,

It will end with a man's hunger for blood,

It will end with man's greed for everything.

Author's Note

Please enjoy this poem that highlights the undeniable flaws of this Earth :)

Reviews

[Mike]

well done, it was a enjoyable read