The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers <br />Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire <br />Their hands forever stained with innocent blood. <br /> <br />They wander through the dark, abandoned streets <br />Their faces cloaked from the misery they spread <br />The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers. <br /> <br />You almost feel sorry for the poor little bastards <br />Afraid of whatever they don’t or can’t understand <br />Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire. <br /> <br />So vainly and cheaply they love, then toss it aside <br />Kicking at the bars of society like babies in a crib <br />Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.<br /><br />J.A McManus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-gods-2/
