Blacker than black

Blacker than black.

Lacquered in fat.

Faster to master

The old

Triple Hat.

Not like before.

Two for to score.

And

One on the mealy means

Nothing but more

Death & Starvation

Reels under their heels

Marching for miles

on nothing but

Veals.

So

Twist and we turn.

Violently shake.
But

What do we throw when there's nothing to break?
Or nothing to take, and too much to learn?

Where do we go when there's nothing to earn?

Where do we fight?
What is the light?
It is a storm as their missiles take flight?

What do we fight,
and what shall dare churn?
And where will come light
With nothing to burn?

Author's Note

Mostly stream of thought with some editing for to maintain cohesiveness.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Great stream of consciousness piece.
Love the rhyming! I'm a big fan of rhyme. :)

[RFDIII]

Hahaha yeah it's not the most profound but sometimes you just gotta rhyme.

[Matching Socks]

Rhyming makes even the darkest poem sound fun. :)