Misery Spreads

they were just like me

only really quite dead

they hung from a tree

with holes in their head

their eyes were all fat

with blood dripping down

their cheeks were all flat

from the beatings in town

we never quite knew

what they really were

just what they would do

or the trouble they’d stir

when they fell from the tree

limbs dripping all red

they thought they were free

and no longer dead

they had one thing on their mind

which was a craving for brains

they were in such a  bind

wearing dead people stains

we beat them with hooks

and cut off their heads

we wrote in our books

how their misery spreads

Reviews

[sette]

this is something it makes me wonder what it is exactly

[Ranger Kessel]

Thanks for the review. I believe it was summed up better in comments than I could myself

[April Blue]

I love the title... I really enjoyed this one, I can get a mental picture of what you are writing here.. Thanks for sharing..

[Ranger Kessel]

Thanks for the review. You are so awesome!

[Chris Shaw]

When I see the aftermath of hatred and violence on tv, in war zones, it horrifies me, to the core, the capacity the human race has to inflict carnage and suffering. Your poem reminds me of that savagery.

Chris

[Ranger Kessel]

two lollipops cuz you got it. Not a lot do. You are a literary ninja warrior. To me anyway. Thanks for the review and the read.

[Chris Shaw]

I like that. First time I have been called a ninja warrior (lol). Happy to review your work.

Chris

[Ranger Kessel]

dude, a ninja warrior just gets s**t. they be all walking around with their ninja junk and when someone posts something they get all still as they interpret. Like they can calm the waters. The birds. The moon. There is stillness. And quiet. And everything graduates to a crumbling crescendo of understanding.

Sorry I get carried away.

I am happy you liked my stuff.