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Where lies our summers warmth
Too deep to make the cut...
Thus questions lacking answers even decent...
Unworthy to our ears...
The actions, and lack there of...

there they lie, for the record
Before us, the tombstone
Made up of page after page.
For the wish of personal gain
As from above, God weeps.

The grass was of greed...
The dirt of lead and uranium
The sky wept blood,
Washing clean the crusted oil
From the eroded stone.

"His weeping calls to us"
Said I, to the ignoring ears surrounding.
To busy were they lamenting
Over the grave now shifting
As poured down a hard wrath of Heaven.

Forgive me, this tangent,
As the summers warmth has gone from me...
Making me cold with a hatred so bitter.
Understand you, the will of your ways
Oh holders of power and ability?

It is of them which I speak,
It is of their impious folly
About which I rant on without rhyme.
Do your simple minds comprehend?
Or is the grass too high for my voice to reach?
Snollygoster: One, especially a politician, who is guided by personal advantage rather than by consistent, respectable principles.

This poem is about politicians, war lords, and people of power worldwide, and how the majority of them are corrupt and ignorant.

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manuwa Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
love the raven
Hitori--sama Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012   Digital Artist
Very wonderful poem. I thoroughly enjoyed the dark atmosphere.
Shadow-Crystol Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Student Digital Artist
i love that raven, or is it a crow? the tail is bent out so i called it a raven... but still it is AWESOME!!!!!
DarthSithari Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012
Call me a cynic, but I think politicians in general are Snollygoster's.
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