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The monetisation of black death

The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened on a casket
Won't be too long till another black body fills it
Money earned from this purchase
Used to pay their rent
If there is anything left they'll use it to pay for

Categories: black death, corruption, death, discrimination, funeral,
Form: Free verse

claus schwab

this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'

Categories: black death, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme

Fog of Voices and Beasts

Fear is an all-consuming fog 
Consuming shining rays of hope and light 
Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog 
Voices of mania are heard at night 
From the kingdom of media in fright   
Some go to the beasts to be prey 
Wrapped in questions, wanting to see the day 
Led by rulers in

Categories: black death, dark, evil, fear, humanity,
Form: Dizain

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Black Death

A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger.  A bear will never maul itself.   Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about?

It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection.  Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely.  It loves an open wound and

Categories: black death, dark, death, forgiveness, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse

The Black Death

The Black Death
It came without warning, it swept through the town
One day you were up, the next day you’re down
It came to the poor, it came to the rich
You might feel the bite, you might feel the itch
It might kill the whole family, it might spare one or two
By the time you saw symptoms it

Categories: black death, death,
Form: Rhyme

Black Death Among the Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.

Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing

Categories: black death, appreciation, art, death, inspirational,
Form: Sonnet

Black Death

Black death

Death lives, tangled in the forest of darkness.
The black bloodhound stalks
the beasts in your dreaming.
The sun will be sucked from your sight
to blind you to the truth.
When evening retreats to darkness
beware of the ghosts of fear. 
Sleep in the wilderness of terror 
that haunts your forsaken ground.
The coming of morning’s spears
will stab your eyes

Categories: black death, death, depression, dream, metaphor,
Form: Blank verse

I'Ll Never Forget the Black Death

I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to feed on humans
Everyone’s blood is, affected by the disease.
Oh please! Oh please!

I’ll never forget how the plague spread.
The Black Death

Categories: black death, death, history, death, people,
Form: Free verse

Black Death Lies

Recalling the days not so far away,
Hearing experts speaking to say,
We had not enough oil today.
There was not five million to sway.
No, no, we had not enough oil here.
We depend on foreign oil so clear.
What do I see plastered in the news.
Millions and millions per day we lose.
What, we did not have is ruining, life.
Millions

Categories: black death, death, life, loss, nature,
Form: Sonnet

Black Death

The ooze keeps flowing; bleeding, the earth cries,
"Someone help!! Stop the leaching; stop the black death!!"
Cover the wounds of greed, cover the sickness.
Help the innocent lives, being destroyed by this flow.
Pulsing, life of the USA, our heartbeat is weakening with each gallon lost.
Who will revive the country? Who is our super hero? Who has the

Categories: black death, angst, faithlife,
Form: Narrative