The September event shows six fingers, which point everywhere.
The hidden truth will reveal what lingers for people who dare
to investigate sinful trails, which lead down a beaten path.
Prisoners suffer. The poor are in need. Both are given wrath.
From ‘egg-ons’ to ‘damn-scams’ to ‘libra’ and the ‘plague’, they make wars.
From above and below and upon this land, they are greedy whores.
From export to import to offshore sand, there are gateway doors.
Who will pay for the high price for one’s soul but a Bill-ionaire?
When will palmful of grease stop them from becoming too fat?
What will become of those with nowhere to go but on all fours?
Author’s note: First attempt at ‘CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme‘ poem.
This rhyme scheme took me about two hours to compose during my sleepless morning. I produced this one, once again, based on my endless research and personal experiences. I offer no subjective interpretation to this particular blog. Your guess is as good as mine.
I tried internal rhymes for the first seven lines. Composing poems this long is difficult enough as I try to ‘force’ words to make my masterpieces work. This theme came up after reading another long-head article that is too wordy for my own good or understanding.
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