Really Bad Humans! Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

My love is swaying
compassion is that forest
long ago cut down

from the rays of sol
no longer shading you all
soul unforgiving

all searing is hot
why not walk; in my shadows
or not; seek my shade

under those cool roots
the emerald moss welcomes all
strong, tall, and tender

one bank is fortress
most banks are on my shite list
yes, IAM so pissed

off with all their heads!
the sound that sharpened steel makes
cleaving flesh and bone

flowing red waters
bring both death and peace to some
really bad humans!