You thought the world
was yours to claim
tried to unravel
the curse of Cain.
Here is the executioner’s noose
and the church and the steeple
the orators poison
wrangles the people
and the wars begin to rhyme
with the words of the poet.
And a thousand cursed words
from the mouth of men
for the child knows hate
as it flows through the *****
And the mother cries out
her child smashed against rocks
near the waters edge where
the sun reflects from seagulls wings.
The mosquitos feed
and the dragonflies eat
the wind picks up sand
and it stings.
And the world
watches from a distance
with tears in her eyes.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
You thought the world
was yours to claim
tried to unravel
the curse of Cain.
Here is the executioner’s noose
and the church and the steeple
the orators poison
wrangles the people
and the wars begin to rhyme
with the words of the poet.
And a thousand cursed words
from the mouth of men
for the child knows hate
as it flows through the *****
And the mother cries out
her child smashed against rocks
near the waters edge where
the sun reflects from seagulls wings.
The mosquitos feed
and the dragonflies eat
the wind picks up sand
and it stings.
And the world
watches from a distance
with tears in her eyes.
