Sleeps
Cruelty ~ thy manner strains,
but with it still invokes the salt,
while bloody more, the soil remains
as basking hope, do but assault!
Do feel your motive faults the fault
explains deterrent, no consult,
why struggle if thy methods vault
ne'er meaning, but all else results!
Oh cruelty leads as manhood cults
but there to mention, serve insult ~
Oh man, thy numbers mate the day,
while justice sleeps alone . . . . some way!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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