The Dead Ones (Original Thoughts by the Superlative1)

I envy the ones we lost, they have no more pain to speak of no more suffering, or torture.

We live for couture yet thrive without culture. What’s the point in speaking of the future?

Each heartbeat can echo the pain of a slighting, a separation or a departing.

I envy the dead ones.

We celebrate the bullies and silence the noble.

Nobel prizes for suckers, such rhetoric is idle.

A war is waged on a Facebook page.

I envy the dead ones.

A speech in church quells the masses, breaks their spirits, supports the classes.

Grandstanding forever, no substance, no basis, stand up cheer, clap monkeys and asses.

Yet God is our most divisive treasure.

I envy the dead ones.

One Response to The Dead Ones (Original Thoughts by the Superlative1)

  1. riosgang007 says:

    just awesome….really i don’t have any word to express my feelings.keep it up mate….

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