.............ELVIS HAS LEFT...................
SKYSCRAPERS...
a landscape of skeletal fingers
reaching upwards in prayer'
rising like death from the grave.
Goliath in repose.
MONEY...
dirty money...
laundered money...
clean money...
sifts through fingers as the world burns...
and dies.
UNITED...
in your cause,
you swallow up souls through influence...
and attrition.
Transformers of the current age, chameleons,
HARBINGERS...
of a dead future.
your ponderous weight smothers.
those below gasp..grasp for air.
still you walk on the backs of the broken.
CITIZENS...
of the succubus,
slime leaves a trail of desiccation,
you take more and more as we writhe in dismay
at the audacity.
BEWITCH US...
with your laws
calling right wrong,
calling wrong right!
COVERED...
in the sanctimony of your religions,
you re-write history!
you call it sane!
SANITY...
like Elvis,
has left the building!!
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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