Primed

PRIMED

a call for their heads
illogical conclusion
jagged and precise

mirror of confusion
a degree of highest price
vanity spins webs

mob insurrection
pointed every direction
russian roulette cocks*

7/17/2017

*position the hammer of a firearm for firing
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Makama Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:13 PM
You just unzipped the covers of my mind to the unprecedented worship of your adorable lines with a powerful choice of words that can't just be ignored. Showers of your wisdom is well palpated in this page and the only thing I can say is a big WELL DONE! Can't wait to have more of your mental command flowing through my reading mind.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 2:49 PM
Thanks, Funom :)
Robinson Jr. Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 9:15 AM
A very pointed poem, Kim. Russian roulette is a self-inflicted game of death. Much like the morass unfolding daily in the seats of power. Keep the knowledge and truth flowing. Powerful poem of truth. Love always.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 11:55 AM
Thanks so much, Freddie!
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