
he bowed down to his belief. . .
confident faith would be his relief. . .
he waited for the delivery of. . .
wealth, health, and love. . .
$
he spoke ill of his brother. . .
believed in something other. . .
he used up his wife until blench. . .
then found a younger wench. . .
$
he taunted and used the whore. . .
for a dollar she did her dirty chore. . .
stain cheeks with no complaints. . .
last night, her precious babies ate. . .
$
a heart exploded and died. . .
no one cared, no one cried. . .
liars created fairy tales. . .
fools made quick deals. . .
$
screaming silent for the meek. . .
as they hid among the weak. . .
smiling like circus clowns. . .
entertaining up and down. . .
$
wasted and gone were yesterday. . .
upon arthritic knees they prayed. . .
for justice among their kind. . .
the ones of like mind. . .
$
in a sterile bubble they lived. . .
to the poor they give. . .
to create restitution. . .
for their life of illusion. . .
$
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 4/26/16
Thanks for visiting come back tomorrow and read my new poem Incorporeal
As I read your verse I think of all the political ads. Each one stating the other is the worst. Forgetting the best in the masses of real people.
I read the other day that a person forgot to take their money from an ATM…and a stranger returned the small amount to the bank –
The person who thought they had lost the money…that small amount was what they had needed, and was very thankful it was returned.
There are good people it just seems that not enough are at the ‘top’ –
I agree. There is so much ugliness that it draws us in before we even know it. Yes this election is ugly very ugly. I was saying the less of two evils and someone said , which is more accurate the one who would do less harm.
Awesome! powerful
Thank you Lynz.
I think I see a little bitterness; even anger.
Yes tried of the ugliness we face everyday. It’s sick.
Then let us try not to perpetuate it. A task I confess I am not always able to remain true too. 😦
I know I can’t be true to not stroking the flames either.
We do our best.
Excellent poem Kim xx
Thanks Sue.
he had love to give
fit him just like a glove
but it leaked
and what he seeked
went beyond his means
then bending and ending
the union
with a kiss
and a sodden dirty soiled tyrst
he died in his sin
damned!
We all seem to have that same fate.