An idol

We worship an idol
Of fear and anger
Feeding on it's voice
It's vision of the future
Hatred and paranoia
Pour forth from it's many mouths
It's many eyes
Look towards it's many enemies
It speaks in many tongues
And answers it's many prayers
With nothing but scorn
It's many hands
Are for righteous destruction
Not to raise a man up





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apocalyptigirl said...
Sept. 19, 2010 at 11:01 pm
OK so I liked this and all but this is my biggest grammar pet peeve of all time. "It's" is a contraction for "it is." "Its" is the possessive of it, which is what you should have had for all the "it's" in this poem. Just for future reference!
 
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