Killing Elect
Though the bodies lay heaped
in gory blood-lust mass
and piled upon vitriol every curse
for the count of corpses
and innocent lives ended
such savagery they inflicted, stirred them not
nor awoke one droplet of remorse
So it was to champagne cork
to scented bath and opulent comfort
they returned victorious
and in each agreeable inhumanity
praised a demonic ideology
tossed their victims bones
from the plateau of banquet
To each addiction of self aggrandizement
the flesh and entrails of someone else's love
trampled below the viscous boot
in cold and soulless
the elitism of wealth
scorned beneath the rubble the life of child
and counted none but themselves of any worth
Such is the unseen war
in distance so far removed from home
but still with Armageddons bloodstained flag
blows on the heat of screams and nationalism
and such is the filth of words
in ignorance and denial so listened to
appeases naught but the condemnation
of those who in hideous glee
consider themselves
above the law
and better than
you.
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment