Grown Angered

 

     The saddles at Buffalo Bills remain empty,
For ‘the new commercials’ were not ready,
Not keen enough for knife, for gun,

     This wasn’t a warranted event
For A World in Hate to contemplate,
Nor any reference to ‘rough justice’
Can be badged and excused as,
     ‘We all know there is no such thing as rough justice!’

     Those that can, dance, while other’s
Exhibit only what ‘Simon Says,’
In front and behind;- the TV screen schedules
The weekly Crucifiction as the comedy roles out
A ‘latest’ candidate for applause,
     And the game of chess brings all
With standards to bare of their own degree,
For ‘their’ argument is the valid centre-piece
They behold to signify intellect.

     Four cherubs, four to be held
In stained glass windows face a World
Concealing snide,
     A World watching the wire to be snagged
In anticipation of guffaws,
     And oh the seven billion salivate
The aroma of cooked flesh, cooked minds
And stewed hearts of sorrow and it will not be long
Now, for the marinade is fifty years up, fifty years
The salt from the tears of four cherubs where
Ribs to this day – highlight a hunger.

     ‘But then, what’s the destruction of love
And innocence to state between the eyes of
Seven Billion Charlatans paraded as human form;
     Where the madness clearly has the shifter
Lose his fake for the monster underneath,

     Such anticipation, such anticipation
Has both the male and female ejaculate an ectoplasm
That’s never found on Earth so,
     Where is this place………………where is, this place??’

     Two boys, two girls,
Four lonely cherubs who could have well
Been found upon The Moors for all the care,
     Only had just the one experience to know
Of pain and nothing more,
     Each in turn having left a life behind –
Only seeking end, hath no place upon the Stars
For all the sorrow in remembrance only wants
For erasure of all memory, where a fade
Of essence waves goodbye to each a brother – sister
Who were only three years old for all the scorn,

     ‘was it worth it, was it worth such punishment,
Were these balls of death satiated by the horror of
Annihilation of Existence of four innocent children
Who really wanted the magic to be real???’

     Was it, worth it?

Michael J Waite 11th of March 2020.
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