Blogging Poetry

New World Savages

Hobbled, shattered knees.

We, the New World Savages,

Crush, Consume, even the dust

left from burned-out tragedies.

The crying children, imagine them,

Blown up and scattered like seeds,

Seeds of death, blossoming

in the fields of wealth, fed

by a stream of consciousness need

for corpulent greed. Oh, but “free”

isn’t free, we’ve chained them,

hobbled, shattered knees.

Only to feed the Machine

that feeds Herd

that eats the Dust

of the Dead


© CGT, 2017.


0 comments on “New World Savages

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: