Rising was the blue sky above hills,
just after he encountered reproach,
well enough to awaken his ancestors
trading in mockery and hot scotch.
Lo, bloody sacrifices daily present;
a soul thought of saint but soured devil,
Raining empty vessels of promise;
at sight; smiles, in dark; suaced evil.
He’s cheerleading innocent to agony;
road race which awaits his casket,
He’s funding corruption in disguise;
soon walking dead news his facet.
From counted promises to uncounted demise;
what happened to the Egyptians…
Reigning peace died in pieces and faeces;
didn’t Sodom and Gomorrah stop to exist?
©Author Kelly JUUZ
[A salient prolific author…]
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