Empathy Lost
A sickle held tight by ghostly figure,
Thrashing humanity while they cross the land.
They move like curled waves along a contour,
Crashing into walls, governments demand.
Rebuffed by anger, with cold callous hand,
Where darkness inhabits the human heart.
This flood from evil spills, starts to expand,
Reaches shore, shrouded ghost and boy depart.
Moment of pleasure for self-righteousness,
With satisfaction worn as a warm coat.
And with no empathy to possess,
To welcome with open arms, remote.
A cry for justice, their silence spits back,
They'll face eternity, with heart now black.
contest My favorite forms.
9/13/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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