Post by thefleetsin on Mar 31, 2017 22:12:27 GMT
while rome turned
i lusted for profound
while
rome turned,
into sycophants of greed
beyond
the yes men of yesterdays.
into
cyclones of the willfully intolerant
who
fed on the belligerent.
i lusted for a sounding chord
to see beyond
the depths of the catacombs
they buried
themselves in.
chanting to the ferryman:
new lives for old.
as
he would scold,
his long repeated refrain:
never are the sons of man satisfied
as greed
be
their middle name.
sjw 03/31/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal swings into the heart of things.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
i lusted for profound
while
rome turned,
into sycophants of greed
beyond
the yes men of yesterdays.
into
cyclones of the willfully intolerant
who
fed on the belligerent.
i lusted for a sounding chord
to see beyond
the depths of the catacombs
they buried
themselves in.
chanting to the ferryman:
new lives for old.
as
he would scold,
his long repeated refrain:
never are the sons of man satisfied
as greed
be
their middle name.
sjw 03/31/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal swings into the heart of things.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems