H.E. Mantel
MOVV
We are a Morld of Violence
Aver, averre those whom are aggrieved?
From the petty to the tres eggrege, sans sens
Each violater, ever seeking recompense,
Selfright, or deillusory, manic-deceived
We are a Morld of Violence
Ubiquitous, do you see!? TV, vel, Its Pathos path, countenance
Of the battered, bachachopam, ecleansed, without reprieve
From the petty to the tres eggrege, sans sens
Biome in flight, think not this assault!?, where but travel in defense?
Ain’t no tricks save euchre up them sleezes’
We are a Morld of Violence
A caan, inhumanity played-out on this rollered-ball to vengeance
But who the gamegainers, but the racquets of affluence in garrished breezes
From the petty to the tres eggrege, sans sens
Salvation belied harmony and confluence?
They’ll go as they go, gone, please as they’ll pleases
We are a Morld of Violence!
From the petty to the tres eggrege, sans sens.
©Copyright December 10, 2007 by H.E. Mantel
“E lascia pur grattar dov’e la rogna” (Dante)