Ghouls Dissipate At Daybreak

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Screeches, blaring horns, rambling vehicular traffic
Frightens,
I have seen many a crushes, careless; Car and body mangled.
Flesh minced, all and gory.
Senseless.

Seen homes, shops razed; reduced to ashes and cinder.
A people weeded out, dispossessed of their lands by cabal developers;
Faceless privates they are called,
Shameless.

Great churches with graying walls of truth
Thick, round masonry and domed
Reverberating with choirs of politicians
Gyrating around altars and tithe barns, maleficent.
And in public squares singing deceitful refrains and party lies,
How low can we sink, fealty?

Lo and behold, brother,
The reprehensible
Fire of greed that burns tons of smokeless anthracite coals;
Pillages public coffers, bleeding our small economic strength away.
Betrayal!

The streets we walk, the grounds we till are
Imbrued in blood. Bloodbaths of people thine hands slit
Their throats. Innocents whose
Massacres are schemed by dark voices that
Hum the night away in chancels and cantinas, hushed
Sepulchral tones. Pitchfork-wielding
Ghouls dissipate at daybreak.

Afraid of the truth.

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