Last Call for Civility
Artie’s Amendment
Hear the frozen hearts beat in the chests of the soulless
As they rain a fresh hell on innocence with their coldness.
But the icy blocks that fill their chest will melt in the Sun
Else their hearts will cease to function once the thaw has begun.
The greedy shells of humans that command the cold night
Shall be met with sudden seizing since they thrive on world plight.
The war cry of humanity is lining the streets.
And we’re not gonna move until the darkness retreats.
Hear the call of the Gods roaring deep like the Thunder
Ripping out the poisoned root to toss it asunder.
There’s no more room for hatred on the planet called ‘Earth.’
For it’s Love that makes us civilized
Not how much money we’re worth.
About the Creator
Arthur Armstrong
A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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