Ignorant mindsA Poem by PólThe crack of wood against bone jarring the senses blood gushing to the head boiling, the steam rises in a frenzied mist; rage, pain, suffering abounds. Here, in this foreign place subjected to a scorching venom of a scorched land brown barren hues stretch to the distance. Prejudice, pure and evil seeds as poison weeds seeking comfort in the minds of the ignorant, in the hands of the idle that rip dignity from its lofty perch joyfully joining the villanous affray ignoring their shame their hands, grubby grabbing and tearing innocent skin bleeds to their touch their souls tainted with an indelible stain the stigma of cowardly deeds.
© Paul O' Neill 2012 © 2013 PólReviews
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Added on November 13, 2012Last Updated on May 15, 2013 Author |