Diatribe ' DEVOURED MOOD '

Songs I labored in my heart
is like a sea view from a top '.
It aches me, it makes me fart
yet... None came real or to pop. '

Let havens challenge heaven,
as pluto orbits the battle line '
For this war is solely to awaken
the ancestral wrath to dine...

Trumpets and whistles fade away,
moment eves of victory would die. '
But luck lurks to lock the door way
wherein fate whines in war so high. '

Hunger wounds the soil,
darkened are the corners of justice,
bribery the new rapist at war,
compromised is the unique mind.

Whose son is best to death?
Whose home is lovely to sour wind?
Vanity rides around, withering men ',
bitterness painted the wind bitterly.

Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
01/10/2018
 10:10PM

This bard feels depressed and laments over the love of materialism on earth. He also makes complaints over the love of hierarchy .