With Mockery

is this poetry
or the ramblings of a fool?
I am but a man

she asks if I’ll take
“constructive criticism”
the vultures circle

packs of hyenas
fill the night with mockery
sniffing out weakness

time for compassion
once the blood’s already spilled
(pity the cleaner)

let’s persecute them –
they’ll wish they were never born!
we’re the victims here

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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