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The World's Last Heartbeat Do not suppose, sober one of thought, the means are not at hand. Ten times over, in ten different ways, the end of life can come. Even those so prepared to deliver, struck mad by undiscerning, Almost belching out belief, there is. The difference in serial killing is not the lapping up of blood after the kill, To the dance of whore media upon sense just to sell a slogan. It is not in the slinking thing sliding away from the light of day To the dazzling lights of camera display nor the drumbeat of youth giving life away. It is not taking tally upon the dead with bauble in a cradle somewhere placed away To the growing number of dead draped in flag covered coffin (not to be shown though.) It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect from a fiend without avowal to one particular right. To the condoned uncounted undisclosed deaths from fiends without avowal to any particular right. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2006-10-28 11:20:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James--This satirical write derides the sad state of affairs the current
world is in: philosophical/social/political. This caustic piece speaks to
man's seemingly denial of an untimely/abrupt end to mortal endeavors. More-
over, Scribe points to many atrocities as proof of this lack of conscious-
ness/conscience; morbidities of war/civic killings/child abuse/gang activi-
ties/private strifes/inhumane acts; and the sensationalism devived from
sleaze for monies and noterity. The last two verses are the most telling of
the work;
"It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect
from a fiend without avowal to one particular
right.
To the condoned uncounted undisclosed deaths
from fiends without avowal to any particular
right."
In my opinion (with this offering), speaker has presented an intriguing prem-
ise and provided a candid denouement. Bravo! TLW