Severed

Severed!
From a maddening treachery
Inbreds keep in beds...
Sickened by duty,
Beyond comprehension.
And foiled through time.

Barking mongrels!
Thoroughbreds are desired,
Sired by tainted thoughts and deeds.
None of them are any of these
With a purety of consciousness.

A wickedness flows...
Streaming from the core of their foundation.
Eroding anything that's meaningfully clinched.
This incredible debauchery will never be cleansed.
Their ways are demented and fermented in self importance!

Unfortunately,
They are also severed.
Out of reach from a reality they preach
Thinking words alone sustains control.
There is so much that has rolled along unattached!

They've been severed from meaning.
Severed from a purpose they can't understand.
Severed they are...
And rotting!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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