I stand on the edge of my planet
With my back to the congealed voices of
False prophets of fake religions
That have plucked the beating hearts of its children.
My soul is candle wax melting
Into puddle of pain around my ankles.
Fuck hate in the guise of prophetic redemption.
Your faith has eaten entire generations.
This abyss screams for more blood.
Why not donate your own and leave
The meek to inherit this paradise.
Frank Malaba © 2014
Photo By Akiko Seitelbach
Frank Malaba Prosetry 