FOWC: Repercussions

He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it

He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust

He took from his workmates, their ideas, too proud to fail

He took from his parents, everything and more, greed and ingratitude

He took from the plates of the starving, thoughtless gluttony

He took from his servants, without thanks or a thought, pure sloth

He took from his children, their peace, his wrath without limit

He took his own life, final sin, it ended without repercussions

 

I haven’t written any poetry for a while so I thought I’d make the most of Fandango’s one word prompt for today. Thanks for inspiring me once more Fandango ;O)

Hope you have a wonderful day one and all.

Lisa x

 

  7 comments for “FOWC: Repercussions

  1. August 1, 2019 at 1:18 pm

    He was quite the taker, wasn’t he?

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  2. August 1, 2019 at 3:14 pm

    Wonderfully written.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. August 1, 2019 at 6:37 pm

    I do so hope that this is not someone you know, or have known!
    That hand is mesmerising, but a perfect header.

    Liked by 1 person

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