Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Bastard's Feast

When they started their journey they had not wanted for anything
For years everything they had needed had been available
When they want arrived they simply called and they were waited on
hand and foot
But now as the summer season drew to a close there was nothing but to want
As provisions failed to meet demand
A supply line dried up like the desert after a momentary rain
So that they were not only thirsty but starving
And as they prayed to the stars for something to be done
It was ultimately their choice to start eating eachother
When once their clothes were neat and clean
They were now wrinkled, tattered and blood spattered
And only one man came out on top
He would stand their watching what was not edible
Fade into rot, as he carried it forth with the luggage
This sole survivor, oppresor, predator
Alive and smiling though he'd just devoured his kin
For the hearts of the basic man set him no room aside for feeling
His survival is the only excuse he needed to cause strife
To kill and torment those he swore to protect
For this man is a coward,
Hacking away at the defenseless
Knowing full well they were so
For he never showed them what to do
When love turned on the loved
When they came the hated
They were never taut to strike back at the hand that fed them
Not even when those hands fed him

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