Poems

REAL DOLLS

Dolls of the Earth knows not their soul’s DNA.
Minds, owned by terrorist who dictates when they ought to pray.
Meals provided by heads, ones that are legally dead;
Sex toys entertaining for a slice of bread.
To do or die is the pain.
Selling sanity just to get paid, then drowning voiceless under transparent sand.
Dolls of the Earth knows not their soul’s DNA
Minds owned by terrorists who dictates when they ought to pray. AMEN
Feeding human cat’s bullets and rake, lumps of drunkenness squirts from their veins
The cycle of man continues to repeat itself and then blames
Skins of clay insists on ignoring immortality’s face
Dolls of the Earth, knows not their SOUL’S DNA.
On going, ongoing, ongoing, Jamaica, Africa, America, Canada, Russian, roulette …


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