Mistaken

by Beautiful Chaos   Aug 29, 2008


Poison rivers wind
Rolling seas break
We die of thirst
Oil does not quench the ache

Pools of blackness
Dying hearts
Hope is the beacon
Her light is fading

Kill the demons
While our own lurk in shadow
In office
On Television

Dull the masses
Serve mechanical propaganda
Hunger allayed with deceit
Taste that freedom

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 16 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love this poem, and the word choice is outstanding! Keep up the great work...

More Poems By Beautiful Chaos