shiro44

Lo 'tis a midnight shift
In the MCOC morse aisle
An afflicted heart, restless, bereft
Of joy and filled with bile
Sits chained unto its tomb
Its love gives way to guile
And what was innocent since mothers womb
Hides hate within a smile

Gargoyles perched with mouths agape
Drool with empty mirth
Pride stolen by ego's rape
Gone is their sense of worth
Their humors soured by worthless tones
Circling their mother earth
And deep within their concrete bones
They curse their wretched birth

Puppeteers of lowly skill
Forge chains of copper wire
They fashion laws to ravage will
And dress their puppets in elves attire
Petty thoughts run through their minds
Thoughts they think most dire
But the observant one would surely find
They are not fit to burn in fire

Look well into this cursed zone
And view the horror found within
Not of blood, death or broken bone
But of dying dreams and stagnant sin
That roils with bitterness, strife and loss
Reducing men to manikin
Dignity and hope the cost
Of serving your fellow Americans

If these damned were not denied
A view of Nature's glow
They would see the night had died
And that it was time to go
And so trudge they towards the light
Faces drawn in sorrow
For though they are given brief respite
They must come back tomorrow