Loading...

No Fame, No Glory

Find pardons for them in dim lit halls
In the marbled walkways of polished stone.
Find pardon for them, but not for the just
That sit in cages, all alone.
 
Gluttony comes by way of want
And want comes by way of greed;
You reaped the harvest before you plant
Oh son, of the son, of Satan’s seed.
 
The great beguiler, beguiles again,
Spewing out hate on everyone's soul.
In all those war-rooms, throughout the ages,
The victors have come and the victors will go.
 
What were their names? I can’t remember.
What did they do? I do not know.
Do you give a shit? Not hardly, son.
Should history remember? —- Really?!? —- No!
 
D. Thurmond / JEF  —-  11-22-2015

(2015)

A poem about remembering, war, and those who perpetuate it.

#Hate #HistoryRemembering #Satan #War

Other works by D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...



Top