The Suffering Of The Unknown

The Suffering Of The Unknown short poem

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Bleed,let the world bleed,
In the mind of a dehumanizer,
Terminating the evil of evils,
Thoughts gone wrong.

The carrier of bread and morsel,
The Devil looks down on him,
Kalashnikovs,Panzerfausts and what not,
Leaving behind the corpses of the innocent,
But then ,do you care?
Will I care?

Forgotten in the mist of ego and power,
This is the world we live in,
The weak have corpses to look at,
Corpses of the ones that made their lives worth living,
Because it is always,
The suffering of the unknown.

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A powerful, poignant and intense poem.


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