Lord of the Flies

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Anger replenishes my thirstful words
- and yet my soul hungers more
- my throat is torn, sour and sore

What dries my cause with infernal heat?
- the internal demise of worldy fools
- my throat, poetry cools

Misunderstood, Hated, and Morose
- And in my encampment, I am alone
- The failing people heave the mighty stone

I am a David in a Goliathized World
- Markets are corrupt with tainted fruits
- Malignant men dressed in dark black suits

Human Geography stirs an uproar with cries
- Poverty is the kingdom of those who allow her
- The truth is vulnerable, they choose to ignore

I trudge triumphant to a vacant well
Thru this chasm, my spirit fell
The water burns, it is pale
The river runs the Earth stale
A yellow line circles her beauty
While the flames choose to engulf me
Consume the truth, spit out lies
They bow down to the Lord of the Flies.

Spanish, English, Kurdish, and mine
- We are a piece of fruitful art
- Vague and rotten, a box-shaped heart

Too many years have the people huddled alone
- Constricting wars vanquish the green
- Still we relinquish from the wasted stream

The fallen live in the ecumene
- Poetry is dead and modern times deny
the divine rules that stream from the sky
- They seek out your home, leave a blood-red
honeycomb.

Nude visions are bleached with dirt
- Katydids shine while we grow mold
- Music screams and Da Vinci grows old

On a cliff, a rope leads to the stones
- The foam controls the peaceful light
- In my encampment, this is night

I trudge triumphant to a vacant well
Thru this chasm, my spirit fell
The water burns, it is pale
The river runs the Earth stale
A yellow line circles her beauty
While the flames choose to engulf me
Consume the truth, spit out lies
They bow down to the Lord of the Flies.

He stands still,
and it is you he will kill.
Bled from the babe of the saved,
burning with the desires human's craved.
Alone you face the tormentor,
shrouded away from the creator.
Unblinking are his eyes,
While you choke in demise
your last view will be the darkened skies,
when you bow to the Lord of the Flies.





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