What More Could You Want

Emasculated and beaten the shell withdraws to a corner.
Nothing left to give no will to survive.
Battered and pained no wish to be alive.
Slowly the torture continues as you sit by,
With outstretched hands you await your reward.
The rape of a soul was not enough,
Killing a spirit was your goal.
On a platter to you a heart was delivered,
In hopes it would be cherished not torn apart.
Another fatal wound and innocence dies.
Stabbing, ripping the heart from its cavity.
The lies cut deep as the last remnant of life,
Splatters red with pained agony…and you collect your reward.
A trail of despair you’ve left in your wake.
The stench of greed follows your corrupt mind.
Despair…sucking the life from a body trying to cope.
Death’s…waiting ‘cause there’s really no hope.
And greed becomes you.

poem by Errol Anderson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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