Monstrous - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Monstrous

They hope you won’t
Notice everything
They’re taking away,
How they’re obliterating
Compassion and decency,
Leaving behind a charred
Dystopia with a few obscenely
Affluent creatures reveling in
Manicured enclaves
Surrounded by monstrous gates.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer