Parasites of the Human Kind
Parasitic, souls of lower caste,
relentless work and loveless art,
as they administer their own brand of justice,
delusions starched like tight white collars,
strangle the flow of life.
As energy is sucked from our very flesh,
their intent and control so deeply etched,
into our unsuspecting lives, their crawl,
we, swept into their chaotic vortex,
their dramatic flaunting souls.
Null of substance, ill of dream,
they ravage our consistent lives it seems,
unstable ground forms wherever they are,
and for us the sink holes
of their desperate charms.
Parasites they are in endless levels,
taking all that they are able,
disregarding all we ask,
to satisfy their insatiable qualms,
their whims of flesh and fancy.
I see their guile, their supercilious smiles,
and the knot in my stomach asks,
some distance to make and quickly task,
before their needs spill over,
and used we are, rolled in clover.
The souls of lower caste, are just ignorant,
and every word is written for gain,
nothing free, not without pain
is knowing these souls too close,
immersed in their dark chaos,
is not worth the misguided journey.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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I know some of these human parasites, Tony. Well written poem.
Thanks John, glad you related my friend. Cheers!
The worst kind – human parasites. Very well phrased work, Tony.
Cheers Phyllis, one in life is one too many.
Tony,
Well-written! This is a descriptive poem of the most helpful kind in order to encourage us to better understand that these kind we need to stay as far away from as utterly possible, and even more so that that!
Thank you for clarifying this species!
Glad you related and enjoyed it Tamara, take care my friend.