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Anay Contractor Dec 2018
The sons of Hades
Roam the earth with glee
Infecting the minds of men tirelessly

The effect is such
That the earth is ravaged
By the blood, sweat, and tears
Of the millions She nurtured and nourished

The sons of Hades
Sprout up in the annals of the brain
Banishing all the innate consciences of men

Homes become hostile
Streets become sanguine
Buildings become battlefields
Such is the ability of the sons of Hades

The end is nigh
With humanity embroiled in its last battle
But is it one with the conscience
Or the pawns of the sons of Hades

Soon few remain
Hidden in the shadows of dystopia
But the sons of Hades
Will taint the purity of all
Anay Contractor Dec 2018
Under the rubble
Of humanity’s last battle
Lay the lost children

The neglected, impoverished and unfortunate
Subject to the politicking of cruel men
Their souls polluted with the dust of the devil incarnate

The children have no voice
Lost, in the darkness of Damascus
Stolen, in the ruins of Rwanda

But their odes shall remain
Imprinted upon
The broken concrete of civilization

— The End —