Before the White Queen Makes You its Wife

17 Mar
a possible fission cloud stalling the head
dead children tonight won't go to bed
the dracula wrapped them in red sheets
lambs were unable to breathe their last bleats
sacrificed to the inevitability of war
the entertainment industry lusts for the gore
roasted whole like so many shish kabobs
targeting a theater, the creature death lobs
the disgraced sits in the ivory tower
wielding the cudgel of its devilish power
the audience entertained but pretends horror, dismay
while white-hair leaders
too senile 
for the fray

.03 9/6
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Posted by on March 17, 2022 in Poetry


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