the grave of horrors
worms it's way into my heart
thru an opaque lens
racist shot jungle bunnies
grim watched the deadstream
my condolences to my fellow humans who lost love ones in buffalo usa 2022 and in christchurch nz 2019 and to any other past or future
victims of hate.
authors notes (cont) - yes jb is a very racist term.
I used it to highlight how racist dehumanise their fellow humans to treat them as something other than humans that need to be culled.
I decided to use the old racist term jb as rabbit populations are often culled for some reasons that often align with white supremacist (can be applied to any supremacist/nationalist) thinking of their fellow human beings.
authors notes (cont)
opaque meaning =not able to be seen through.
yes i am saying racist,supremacist,nationalist are blind.
notes written just in case someone misinterprets this poem to fit their sick ideology.
spear my eyes fakes cried
brit's tits need a straight jacket
for their broken record
now the witch hunters will burn
their pop tart naked savage
quietly i chuckle
through the window pain you see
me quietly crying
authors notes = pain - pane ,you get it i'm sure 🙂
young dove hatchlings fly
dropping fresh oppressive shit
old man hate rehashed
old man is not referring to existing older people, even if in some cases it is applicable.
smoke screams fill the car
reapers ride the bullet trains
last stop terminal
recent current events in NY had me back looking thru my reaper collection .
the NY attack was not a reaper event.
i changed the 1st line from [dead screams fill the car ] to it's current form .
the old fleabag stared into his cup
ever since he was a drowned runt pup
watching it runneth over empty
in a land where bones were a plenty
yet banks wouldn't let him dig any out
so he chewed off a leg to save his snout
stole a bath to sail troubled waters
tempted by neptune's buried daughters
the fleabag growled just my boneless luck
as he paddled in circles till stuck
a passing whale gave a farewell wink
as he pulled the plug out of his sink
willo the wisp dies
in a forest of statues
felled by mocking rocks
authorz notes -
its about following the light shinning out our own arse into danger (our own insecurities) .
not support for the will smith act of violence perpetrated on chris rock.
the event that prompted this poem.
pied piper busker
rats riddled with bullet holes
Grim's shopping mall spree
drinking the earth dry
sand grinds human hearts to dust
fossils burn oil fields