Waving Goodbye to Decency

Waving Goodbye to Decency

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Waving Goodbye to Decency

Tears fill a little girl's ocean of love
It's the USS Decency leaving shore
It's time to sink the tragic ship
as the b******s of Earth are busy with w****s
Sorrow's wetness awaits these girls
as they plunge into a cesspool of immoral chores
One can hear a mother cry eternity's tears
as she remembers her little one in a sea of love.


© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks KL!

After a series of introduction into the nature of reality we find client causing pain to others, pain to himself and pain to those mothers. Somewhere in the darkest part of his own mind he is killing himself. A life of death while breathing.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thanks Pryde,

I had to cry yesterday, a dear friend lost her mother. My friend is a sweet soul with a recent child named Brooklyn Grace. I can't bear these moments.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob!

Where in the mind do we go after leaving our mother's voice? In the cacophony of sounds a mother should be an anchor in human memory for both victim and the perpetrators.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


i agree with Pryde...when will we stop this kind of thing from happening...each human being has worth and should be treated with respect...'

no one should be used for the pleasure and monetary gain of another.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Yeah ... when are we going to transcend enough so this kind of thing truly becomes a thing of the past. Lust and greed can blind a whole lot to compassion.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Simple, yet beautiful, and tragic. The thing about it is, if there were no "clients", there would be no trade. They are the ones who need to stop feeding the demand.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on August 7, 2016
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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