Wretched Feast of Plenty

When  truth
From hypocrisy
And lies,
And betrayal is
Our only shield,
Our children’s
Will be
Then war
Shall be
The playground
Of  daemons
With no need
For illusion
Or disguise.
When veracity
Is a chaos which
Warms loveless
And tongues
Dance in
Forked trance,
Then tomorrow
Shall have no dawn,
Nor shall there
Be sorrow.
For infant
Unloved Death
Will find
In rotting
Gore, a
Feast of Plenty
Readily available
On the
Playground of war.
Bear … 01.16.2015

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12 comments on “Wretched Feast of Plenty

  1. Geneviève says:

    Forked trance, what a metaphor, it’s brilliant.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. willowdot21 says:

    I don’t think anyone is listening Bear. Generals gather in their masses just like whiches at black Masses.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Esther Ling says:

    The world we live in

    Liked by 1 person

    • 😦 Too too much of this poor old world, yes, but not all. People like yourself breathe out flowers and light, and write with gentle softness. As long as there is poetry like yours, there is hope that the daemons shall starve.

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