Halloween Poetry Bus Poem - Deadly Hold

As the prompt is a Halloween theme, I tried to think of something scary.  During the week, I read a piece about the social condition of Ireland post the 'Celtic Tiger', so I figured that's pretty scary and would warrant inclusion.  Posting early as weekend is a bit hectic!

Deadly Hold

The dark dank hold,

that cuts out light,

and children’s eyes that mourn,

like angel sirens,

humming low,

beneath the ghoulish mound,

that sought to kick the weak and lame,

and seeped through rise and fall of day,

with man’s ignorance of place,

of self,

and all the things,

that stupid loss prevails.

It wasn’t vampire that led us here,

nor simple greed alone,

for that of course,

is never enough,

to roar the why of IGNORAMUS.

It formed the flow right down the cheek,

invisible tears of souls,

pumped and geared,

raved up in mass to monster beat,

of evil shit upon the street,

in comfortable suburban zones,

or the elegant elite,

at some high class treat,

with Mommy & Daddy’s drinks display,

that always came to save the day,

an easy fix to set our children free,

to live life in the futile shade,

playing the ‘ignorant game’.

The one that led us all astray,

the pimp that pumped our deadly ride,

plummeting our own decay,

and laughs loudly now today,

the dark dank deadly hold,

that cuts out light,

and children’s eyes that mourn,

like angel sirens,

humming low,

seeped through wounds,

of good auld Tiger Ireland.