"Damn, These Glasses!"
Written by; Nath9, Dante And Truth
I cautiously moved my
arthritis snare
to the crooked table.
Careful not to tip it,
I grabbed the rusted
glasses. With a subtle inhale
and a furious exhale
I removed the dust -
just another stray particle
given to mother earth.
I opened the book,
the pages were stuck together
due to my deceased alcoholic
of a mother, where she spilt
her precious liquor canister
onto the pages. Slowly, Carefully,
I pushed the edges of the glasses
through the little gray hair
I had remaining. The rocking-chair
softly creaked as I stood-up,
closing the book. I took
a look outside and saw chaos erupt.
burning green,
a scenery; now ash.
a blue sky falls,
eyes covered by mask.
animals decompose,
clothes turn ragged.
standing a fiery cold,
hair on neck grows jagged.
maggots cough up life,
as times become harsh.
Soldiers march to die,
while earth dawns dark.
thoughts spark of end,
I'll never see beautiful.
I'll never see it again,
goodbye creed funeral!
the colors fade away,
from a day that screams.
unable to show faith,
without having a dream.
Withered, empty
hearts. Mindless twits
Devouring the Rich.
on golden razor teeth
Hang our lost morals.
As the flower in bloom,
Decay. and the sickness
of False Revolution spreads
The Homeless see the blood
soaked streets as a rest for
Weary heads. Stressed eyes
feeding prejudged knowledge,
into a Soft and Spongy mind.
Absorbing the Propaganda Poison
And as Shaky hands flick back,
Designer hair chills fill his spine.
He’s bought into all the Narcissistic
Simplistic, Values of a battered society
Hazel eyes, staring through the glass
of eternity. Seeing the reality of mortality
and fate. Flipping a sorrowful existence
on its axis. His world in a mournful backpedal
Sleeping in the belly of the beast.
Sipping the nectar of newfound truth.
Sitting these glasses down,
truth isn't a prescription error.
Both eyes were knocked out;
these gallows are actually there.
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