Shame, a poem

by Nick Rolynd

Caught in a tangled silk web of lies

Where each thread is a spider parasite

Devouring emotions within thoughtless minds

They fall in their misplaced delight of a deceitful life

For they revel in antipathy of shame

At the expense of unmarred innocent bodies

On whom they mark in smudged blood ink

Words that are in essence meaningless and grow more so

As the clock ticks closer to thirteen on a scale

of shameless to called-whore-but-virgin suicide

And when the ink dries brown and putrid

And the now marred bodies are buried in shallow graves

For the future of the futureless Earth to gawk at

Like a horrific circus spectacle of unhinged adolescents

With blown-out brains and stick figure women purging

Their own mucus in the name of the unforgiving beauty god

Whose bible is stained more red than any fundamentalist’s

All those on Earth, as they watch their societies crumble

Into a black sea of widows, destined for their own actions

To suffer infinite bites and drown in the blood of innocents

killed and maimed and repressed to the point of death,

Devoid of their precious cross and verse and past protections

Lacking a target for dejection and oppression

Will turn on themselves, their minds a puppet pulled by those

Unbreakable silk threads to stab themselves bloodless,

And lost in the eternal void of a self-created lifeless Earth,

They will finally know true shame

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[For the A to Z Challenge: S]