To Certain “Brothers” Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out-stretched, mock-welcome, Christian hands. While underneath Is dirt and ugliness, And rotting hearts, And wild hyenas howling In you soul’s wasteland. Related posts: Freedoms Plow Genius Child Kids Who Die Daybreak In Alabama suprusr Published in Poems
