We Are Living In Hell
What life is ,is all in drama .
A stage act whereas pain and joy
are the themes in constant contrast.
Pain is for us in stage and joy is for the master who watches .
With his shiny silver rings ,spoiling in rust with blood thirst
and he out in the clear open in concealment of our ignorance,
our sinister nemesis weaves in silence
his hate into ropes his hands of fate .
To direct our course upon his trail
but who's to blame for he our master is lonely and men not smart for company
but with rings and ropes for both hate and malice
men make good puppets & he a great puppet master
and all in trance like harmony ,we stomp in stage the dance of life.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
