World Of Tears Poem by Edwin Robinette

The essence of nothingness are the hatemongers
Works of indignity are spread heavily, repeatedly
Words of the sassy proctor, add sickly disgrace
In a world of tears, we must subsist

The principles of the warmongers drumbeatings
Urgent to keep alive defective values of hostility
Harvesting animosity and resentment among the cultures
In a world of tears, we remain paralyzed, fearful

Chieftains of no substance, headstrong in perdition
Mutter shameful renditions of outrageous guidance
Legions, left unaware of such cantankerous performance
In a world of tears, we are deeply enmeshed