DARK LARGESS

The dark largess of death
From minds so calculating,
Ignoring human suffering
The evil they're contemplating.

Foulness, murder, and death
All make their blood lust rise,
Along with all their profits as
Good men and women die.

They're in it for the money
And don't care about lives
They're happy to orphan babies
And make widows out of wives.

"Fight!  Fight!  Fight!  Fight!"
Is their sordid battle cry,
"Fill our vaults with hard cash
"Even if you have to die!"

Human life means nothing
Truth and dignity mean less,
As long as they sell their goods
And are rolling in dark largess.

The dark largess of death
Makes the pariahs sing,
Fill the fields with bloody gore
And makes cash registers ching.

Profiteering, fiendish criminals
Pirates, vultures, and rogues,
Kindness is out of fashion
While murder is back in vogue.

THE END
© Copyright 2022 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia