"heinousness" poems
Too many hours spent in darkness
questioning...
"How
and...
why?"
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
Is it for the victims that I weep,
Or for the caged birds in hell,
Or for the miserable plight of children,
Or to the callousness of statesmen?
Vicious circles call for exploitation,
And slump us in the quicksand
Of avarice and heinousness.
And the spring gets lost in gelid sighs.
Human is indeed an animal.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC