Pointless monologues
that's what they are
merely pointless monologues
because
Ignorance walks in many forms
Wealth struts down the lane in his cashmere coat
swaggering of his fortune and wine,
with Poverty begging at his feet
licking dirt from his boots
Greed sits behind the mahogany desk
strewn with cash and bank checks,
profit from robbery
while Gratitude meekly sweeps his floors
picking at his crumbs
Cruelty laughs in the face of death
shooting the stars
with collosal bazookas
when Mercy cries for justice
with a broken arm in one hand
Pointless monologues,
that's what they are, just pointless monologues
p/s: sorry, Zah. I was inspired by your blog title.
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