In My Name

In the cramped patio of his head
Few belligerent comrades run amock
Frenzied screams wrought ears deaf
Now eyes were to hear the rest
A sight so macabre
And the pitied self at war
The rust of hatred
Clogged the humane lens
Reducing men to punchings bags
Hitting
Kicking
Punching
How pulverised my name is
They smell it
With with their ears so deaf
Their myopic eyes in falsified vanity
Sing the praises of dehumanising progress
©jeyforyou

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