Unmarked graves

by Darren   Aug 12, 2014


Cries and echoes disturb
frightened foragers
whilst they mope around
many unmarked graves
looking for answers
to life's eternal questions.

Darkness pokes out my eyeballs
as daylight deserts me again
thinking clearly was something
that moved out when the mist settled.

finding a book,
of demons
dust jacket caked
blowing away years of disinterest
I read

Demented men
Evil controls minds
Murdering innocent children
Only for their cause
Nobody should die
Save for these savages

the spine tells me more

Bile on paper
Idiotic lies
Bribing men
Losing believers
Eroding humanity

**a mash up of 4 entries to baby rainbows club contest, categories 30-35 syllables twice and religion twice. (plus a couple of acrostics for good measure)

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    The first thing I thought of here is ghosts but it could be humans crying. You set up the nicely though. It's night and very dark out. I imagine a moonless and starless sky by the way you painted a picture. The story seems to revolve around the book. It seems like you picked it up out of instinct instead of thinking of what might happen. To this point no one has looked at it in years so that could of been a first warning. Very bold ending to write about. You are brave but it is true. In the world nowadays it seems like people are killing others just for religion reasons and its sad. It difficult to watch anything because there is always something else. Great write.

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