Farcical

A late night poem written to ease out the stress

Words rained down from the mouth

And slipped by the ear,

To drain down the river.

Eyes darted North and South

And failed to hit the point.

The heart pumped blood 

For blood all day,

Craving to paint the earth blood red.

The mind screamed words of silence

And saints waged war on innocents.

The rich floated by on boats of gold

To see the Drama of Corpses.

One little child watched on the farce

As fools got awarded for sanctity.

The scriptures and bones have rotted away long,

So the bats are rewriting history.

Reviews

[Namus]

"The heart pumped blood
For blood all day"

--definitely my favorite line in the poem. Nice work. Thanks.

[Mira]

Thank you for reading it.
Your review really cheered me up.
I was having a pretty bad day.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I so enjoyed this dark poem for it speaks poetically of these current bleak times. Thank you for sharing your art.

[Mira]

Thank you for your review. I am glad you enjoyed it.