Prayers Of The Masses Poem by guillermo veloso

Prayers Of The Masses



The prayers said
The prayers done
Numb and insensate, those
Glazed eyes; hateful eyes,
Sated now by the warm treacly milk
Flowing from the shriveled teat
March yet again to a
Dark drummers beat

Sunday, December 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hatred
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