conscience riots

twixt ivory knees and ebon necks

how true
you chew
your cud
and if
you could
you would
have seen
the scene
the muck
would sick
your stomach
the catastrophe
an apostrophe
owned by
impenitent
men
in superior tents
whose discontent
scares
scarse
daylight
from the loins
of timid lions
naked
on the pavement
necked
by hate’s
depravement
come to pray
on the prey
knee on neck
what the heck
breath
or death
mine to give
yours to grieve
mine to make
yours to take
mine to determine
that you are vermin
shameful your dearth
blame but your birth
i thought
you were beast
i sought
to be human
but if
you are human
biff-biff
i am beast
how true
you chew
your cud
and if i could
i would
have seen
the scene
the muck
would sick
my stomach

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫