For Whom Nothing Matters

For whom nothing matters The night had been mysterious and full of screams raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and themselves hopefully modest egos Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses the outcast to be thrown away as abortions are the right to take life that has no voice the guilty of this horror has no brain and coincidence to see the grossness of their behavior because they had learned from a failed culture that the only thing that has any value is self-indulgence and hot fries