The Building
The pride of our town,
Its mortar and bricks
Now crumble to dust,
In heaps of destruction
And mollified lust.
Out there men are laughing
And punching the air;
They deal in high fives,
When hitting their mark
And ending more lives.
Commments
Some fabulous turn of phrase here Stephen. Nice one
This moved me, Stephen. Great use of words, like John B has mentioned above - "Mollified lust" is a highlight for me here. The last stanza is brilliant.
Thank you.
Stark reality stunningly captured, Stephen.
Mollified lust is brilliant and hits the spot, so to speak. Superb poem.
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Stephen Gospage
Wed 30th Aug 2023 07:37
Thank you for your generous comments, John B, Manish and Martin. Your support is a great source of encouragement.
And my thanks to Tom, Kevin, Purplemoon, Adam, K Lynn and John GE for liking this one.