The Hall of Injustice
The hall: dark, long
Walls of Tuscany gold
February like clouds lift
As if !. !. !. Sun shines
Beckoning on words
Forward always too
Rodin carved doors
Demanding authority
Pity !. !. !. battle ram
Needless—unlatched
Gait steady, stride
Gate opened wide
Reservations made
Preyed !. !. !. I should’ve
Baptismal disappointment
Obsidian orbs
Indiscriminately capturing
Light eternally held
Fell !. !. !. unmentionable depths
Arson, murder, theft
A chair, a throne
Mine to have
Minds to own
Else led to the hall
Dark and long
I apologize that this isn't a happy, warm hearted poem!. All it's trying to say is: A life lived unjust leads to another life unjust, and another, and another, etc!.
Please let me know if this "style" works, or if I should lengthen it with more details!.
This is a rough draft (basically a free write to get started on something) and I have the skin of a rhino so don't worry about hurting my feelings!.
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