Savages

A brief poem on the decaying morality of a select people, myself included.

Hollow hearted, the heathen soul, bereft of empathy

The devils’ instrument, this atrocity of creation.

A new dawn ascends, with deviant zealotry,

The pinnacle of an imbecilic nation.

The porcine squeals echo in these narrow halls,

Caverns of deceit and aberrant inhumanity.

The foulest stench and putrid vapours,

Pervade this anteroom of tragedy.

Faith departed, the empty souls rests still.

While upon the altar of cruelty,

Writhing in agony the incumbent kill,

The valediction of grace and beauty.

The image changes, the facade fades;

Mephistopheles spreads his wings.

The morality of a virtuous people degrades,

And so the end begins.

Author's Note

Do you find this to be relative to society? If not, how distorted do you find my perspective?