Societies Maggots

Feeding hands of western promises hold children by the throat. See salvation die in porcelain tears, shed from broken accords. Innocence betrayed on altar of success. A thousand Hail Mary’s won’t erase this sin. Fingers resting on pulse of destruction, a crack in the seal of Pandora’s box. Old soldiers, cruising, trying to pick up a war, while night angels gaze into despair. Ancient enemies raise peroxide standards, sweeping blame under histories carpet. Alleys sing with shrapnel, detonating a temporary hell, and some young solider returns a hero upon the gravestone, his name immortalized. Swollen bellies cry for freedom as they cling to threads of life. Silenced by butt of tyrants gun, smashing tomorrows thoughts. ~all in the name of progress~ Charon takes loans to pay the passage on fast track to heavens gate. Peter’s list grows shorter while demons cry from the pulpit, “room for one more”. Responsibility drowned on a Saturday night, fighting the flood of vodka and coke. Where love is measured in one night stands. In queues outside the abortion clinics, morning after pill eases the conscience of a generation that doesn’t care. Wallowing in self-pity, taking pills to ease the pain, in a world that owes us everything. Yet we give nothing in return.