Revolte
10-22-2012, 08:30 PM
Poseidon is angry, livid in fact.
He took seas to the sky,
formed clouds
dank
and black.
I too, would turn mad
if my body was soiled
–littered with plastics
Pampers, and oils.
But “Forgive them.” I pray.
“Their eyes are blinding
white lights, blue rays
–machines waxed
and shining.”
“Give them bread, for hunger
they'll pass it to waste.
Give them poison, however,
and they cheer to the taste.”
“Forgive them, still despite
their lust for anger
–their addiction to fight.”
“Forgive them
and part heavy skies,
your lullabies washed
their red-wired eyes.”
He took seas to the sky,
formed clouds
dank
and black.
I too, would turn mad
if my body was soiled
–littered with plastics
Pampers, and oils.
But “Forgive them.” I pray.
“Their eyes are blinding
white lights, blue rays
–machines waxed
and shining.”
“Give them bread, for hunger
they'll pass it to waste.
Give them poison, however,
and they cheer to the taste.”
“Forgive them, still despite
their lust for anger
–their addiction to fight.”
“Forgive them
and part heavy skies,
your lullabies washed
their red-wired eyes.”