The Ruin We Cradle – A Poem

Each one of us has temptation;
Tis something seeks us to bring down;
A flesh-pull of being which echoes of meaning;
And makes us lose sight for to drown.

Some struggle to death for with hate;
Sensations to them which are due;
Ev’ry situation to darkness oblation;
Repost to all discourse is rue.

Now others their burden is envy;
Dredging bitterness in the not just;
They rail ‘gainst the wealthy, the pretty, the healthy;
Finding how by to satisfy lust.

There are those who chase meaning in power;
Believing it their right to rule;
Still in the silence while gripping the violence;
Their worth they have found in the cruel.

But what for to those who all three;
Aforementioned vile traits they do strive?
In perfect rapport their great evil does soar;
Triad wicked of urge does connive.

For those discontent tis the way;
To cherish the ruin we cradle;
To see in the vice for our life a fine spice;
And which then we dispense with a ladle.

About Joel D. Hirst

Joel D. Hirst is a novelist and a playwright. His most recently released work is "Dreams of the Defeated: A Play in Two Acts" about a political prisoner in a dystopian regime. His novels include "I, Charles, From the Camps" about the life of a young man in the African camps and "Lords of Misrule" about the making and unmaking of a jihadist in the Sahara. "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" and its sequel "The Burning of San Porfirio" are about the rise and fall of socialist Venezuela (with magic).
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