Hardships Butter

by Michaelw1two The stars of society, great notion once did scintillate; their glow burned too fast, ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate; what, gifted fate's skewers, sole reply, a dross adumbrate; life, guts all souls; death's head did spirit ablaqueate. Court not, the rule in justice, culpability is the blame; where evil spread, ascribe strife's Id as quoting Boehme; earth, is food for worm, demands flesh to whet its loam; mankind in greedy lust, curst promise, to dream venomed. If justice, is synonym for bread, equality is its spread; they, are symmetry to life and health in living's thread; fed to profiteering few, who cause, life's morbid dread; they, will feast to death, for earth, leave not a shred. Life's cauldron steams, beneath fires we can't control; sought, is gentry's sweet butter, democracy's decontrol; fed on schisms, palates satiated by life's slop bowl; rejecting meals context, and savor rubric of future whole. Survival, quenches thirst, of each who seek life's bread; hardship futile postulate, hungry souls crave words said; tasty freedom's tout, cannot be minced by thirst misled; each, will eat, this buttered bread, or all, will wind up dead. Jan 2010