Bones in a Pot
Hatred boiling in a pot.
Jaded spoon from bone was wrought.
Stirring pain for all to feed.
Taste the game for which we bleed.
Seasoned with a spice disease.
Extracts from the cries of please.
Rotted works from lives gone bad.
Jealous seed that's driven mad.
Appetite that's blind to see.
Grows and grows only to feed.
Where there's hunger there's a need.
Taking lives like you and me.
Randall Paul Prazuch
Originally posted 2010-12-14 10:53:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter