Why?

Crippled mind in over fed bodies
Judging the life in the ill fed bodies
They don’t move, Dead is his verdict

With eyes on the face that can no more see
He stares at those faces with dried out tears
Don’t be sad He says, it is all part of life

Muted for life by the locks of indifference
In his cozy closed home he sits and waits
Let the outside world burn itself to ashes

Rocking chair, Whiskey in the protective grip
The music plays to slowly silence the cries
Music is meditation, focus on it; He Relaxes

The world is finished; The cries die off
Bodies rot; soul is lost; He survives alone
For one life he got he fathered a million deaths



Categories: Free Verse, Poetry

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1 reply

  1. Muted for life by the locks of indifference

    In his cozy closed home he sits and waits

    Let the outside world burn itself to ashes

    Sounds like your average republican.

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