Writhing, wroth and seething anger. From this fool arose the urge to strangle. Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon. An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon. From this worthless, living man lies the issue. As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue. From this mental fantasy I finally awake. Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
I was on Facebook and saw a post where someone was challenging people to write a poem using the words dragon, strangle, cake and brain tissue. So I thought for a while and wrote a little bit. Then this is what I finally ended up with.
Ongoing The pretty lady screams **** ME NOW!!! Putin’s bombs just murdered her baby What life will the young mum have now? In a shattered country war death hate killing The ******* waited decades for this
And acted not caring the cost Of Russia’s neighbouring nation Plus thousands of dead Russian soldiers Let the traumatised lady be an example Of what it’s like to be in Putin’s war
Like the husband’s family also killed By Putin’s mortar bombs while waiting To flee their devastated homeland Remember them all make him pay For every single death and injury And ruined town and city…
A pair of eyes collides With one identical pair, The first pair owner lowers His head to bow as heir. The second rises slowly, Triumphant lifts his voice, Commands, commands this brainless Descendant of his choice.
But number One refuses He negatively shrinks And in the eyes of daddy He stares and never blinks A “NO” still echoes somewhere The word becomes a sword It riddles Second´s ticker And One is without lord.
Pale but smiling number Two Congratulates his son. Reassuring number One His loss means that he won. Then Two drops dead At least in part And moves no inch of bone
One, alone, falls into pit. Pit uncertainty. One can´t think straight, Brain so full that empty. Two wore coat, Two´s coat heavy. One still wears it, Legs are wobbly.