Holding Nothing Sacred Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Warning the annuls of everlasting science, parading cadavers
down through the ages.

Filling all life with decayed thoughtlessness, leaving all
sense in a pit of fire.

Forgotten leaves of yesterday - dry and crumbled - soiled linen
from the past.

Destroyed alien forgetfulness - sinning instead against a class
of human beings - wanting to be separated from them.

Forever falling down stone steps, filled with granite hatred
of lying lips.

Beckoning whomever will come forward, just to tear their heart
from between their ribs.

Holding nothing sacred, promises are made so that they may
be broken into everlasting pieces.

Floating through the atmosphere, never being able to put them
back again for sorrow has filled their place with many tears.