All for the Pleasure of Pain

 

All for the Pleasure of Pain

Laying down a path, of destruction, where life will never be the same,

Supporting the work his army has wrought, the pestilence, and the pain.

With civilians gunned down, in the streets, as they tried in vain, to escape,

All the heartache and agony, the rotten plague of torture, and all the rape.

What evil mind possessed, would derive, so much pleasure from the pain?

 

The mindless misery, broadcast to a shocked world, struck in disbelief.

What unfeeling empty heart, could not feel the anguish, and the grief?

Attempting to twist the truth, at each turn he makes, and every bend,

Lacking even an ounce of regret, without intent to ever make amends.

Conspiring in kind, to take so many innocent souls, what wretched thief?

 

Leaving thousands of harmless people floundering, in distress and despair

As their homes and cities, were systematically destroyed, in his nightmare.

Stolen children, transported away like cattle, taken from the ones they love,

While he lays claim to the throne, and staunch orthodox beliefs from above.

Laying waste to the children of God, the poor families broken beyond repair.

 

As we wonder, looking to his mother and father, and how badly he was bred,

A childhood devoid of compassion and love, all the delusions, that he was fed.

Now trying to take, what is not his to take, the lives of other children abroad,

Twisting minds, shaping their lives, instilling mistruths, and paternal discord.

Creating the next generation of Orcs, a fearsome hoard with evil to spread.

 

The brutal suffering, and eternal sorrow wrought, within his bloody campaign,

Whereupon a burden, within each other country, he leaves his crimson stain.

Carnage raining down, upon innocent civilians, as they sleep, from the skies,

As he holds on to his fearsome regime, feeding people with his shameless lies.

We wonder, what architect would draw, such ungodly pleasure. from the pain?

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2023)