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Inheritance
Inheritance
Stinking rancid mess of chocolates
An explosion of comfort and literacy
Whilst the boy below my window sill
Endures his splendor deprived legacy
Blame him? He who was compelled
To hold a gun to his neighbor’s head.
Why was he robbed of inheritance?
That I casually waste sans dread.
Fate has no right to rot his youth
In ceaseless starvation and dejection
His outstretched hands must sustain
Malleable muddled masses’ rejection.
Which cherubic undertaking of mine?
What heinous crime did he commit?
Do I deserve His share of inheritance?
Who shall adjudge, on what merit?
Crime and punishment!? Always
Crime and punishment!? Always an emotive issue, yet we are alll capable of violence no matter how much we abhor it. Your writing in this poem creates strong images of the desolation of human behavoiur, I like your poem very much. It is also well written.
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When The Mind Thinks Deeply
...great poems are the result - heart piercing images - and yes, we are all culpable - be well, ~Allets~