Society

Todays society
Is Western sobriety
Of where left is right,
Lets enlighten this plight;

Rape is delight,
A loved filled device.

Murder depends
On the one who bends
The rules to what is right;
    Abortion is good,
    But death of an animal
    Will bring your doom.

Either way
It is just a tool
To brainwash the fools.

So then,
Pick up a pen
And a book instead.

Comprehend
What you read;
Don’t fall into the trap
That will leave you for dead;
A place without end.

Society by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Teenage Life

I’m seventeen and I’ll live as I please
without consideration for authority.
For my life is free with its psychedelic dreams,
of smoking my pot and doing as I please.

And if I drink … a quart of wine,
steal a fifth, or smoke one joint at a time,
who will dare cease me? for remember,
I’m just a teen who can do as I please,
and no one can do shit to me.

So a slap on the wrist and a grin on my face;
a flip of the bird – a waste of my day.
I stroll outside under the heavenly blue sky;
I light up my joint as I lift it to the sky.

For why? Remember what you told me:
I am just a teen and I won’t do time,
even if someone drops the dime.

So please stop bugging me,
it’s time to steal more wine.

The Teenage Life by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Smoke

Smoke?
No joke;
    Mix with coke.

Up the nose
or in the lungs,
either way,
your done.

Don’t worry,
It’ll suck;
    Cancer just began.

Smoke by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Lustful Society

When I look upon her,
what should I see?

A woman, a lady,
or a two bit sex machine?

You know, just like they teach on prime time TV,
and at the movies on the big screen;
     An object to fill your every sickened vice
     that's deep inside man's repulsive twisted mind.

Someone to bow upon their knees,
to suck and lick as she pleases her king,
just as society teaches us upon the silver screen;
     the fifty shades of filth,
     as they try to soften the obscene.

It is twisted and sick;
moral's filled with wickedness;
     it is godless, hell bent,
     leading to a deadly eternal abyss.

For these ladies are your mother,
your wives, your brides,
your sisters, your daughters,
not your goddamn device
to use and abuse as you see fit.

They are to be loved;
     as a bride,
     as a beautiful wife,
     as a partner for life,
     as a love that is met,
     sitting with you side by side …
          in honor, and held high.

They are to be the apple of your eye;
not something that is eaten once in spite;
spit out and left out to dry
like a piece of trash that Hollywood
so sets the visions in your mind.

It is time to reset,
readjust your compass in life,
and look upon a woman with love,
not wicked sensual lust.

They are your bride, your wife;
a gift to be cherished for the rest of your life:
     not a passing moment in time
     to fill your goddamn sexual appetite,
     regardless of what the industry tells you –
          they lie, women are not for your appetite.

Lustful Society by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Undress Me

My
lover;
my loving
gentle giant;
engaged for eight months,
then we became transformed.
Married to my one true love,
until the day his veil wore thin;
he would undress me, then abuse me,
descending upon me in vicious rage
as I kicked and screamed in terrorized fear;
his unlawful act of carnal hate
overlooked by society;
hid in the vows of marriage;
the bride not heard or seen
until it's too late;
one more victim;
spousal rape;
the bride
died.

Undress Me by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Eating Disorders

Your obese and I'm too thin,
self-control is our biggest sin.

You see hunger,
I see greed,
And yet we both suffer
from the same maladies;
Self perception is our disease,
for what we see, is not reality;
it strips away our humanity
leaving the real possibility
of our families standing by
our gravesides - weeping.

Why? Because of our rage
set from the worlds cruel ways
of torture and pain
they laid, on us daily;
     the names,
     the lies,
     the beatings
we took:
     leaving us feeling worthless,
     less then a human being
     worthy of love
          - from none.

And with this rage,
it has decayed our visual way
of seeing who we are;
     our rage
     has turned to obsession
     of feast or famine,
     and either way,
     if we cant cease this pain
     we shall both fade
     into the grave.

So please, let us pray,
to cease internalizing our pain;
     the agony inside,
     and rather live our lives
     without turning to our demise
     with our obsessions.

For we will survive
once we realize
we are beautiful
     - they way we are -
no matter what are scars;
     for between you and me
     it is love that we need,
     to kill this obsessive disease
     that we face daily.

Eating Disorders by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

No Mercy

They prey upon the lost and the weak,
Like the wolf waiting to strike its next feast,
Killing the innocent for the price of their meat
As they pleasure themselves with their sickening creed
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

These degenerates need to pay with their blood
For the lives they took in the games they call fun.
So slit their wrist and let them bleed dry,
Cut off their foot, and watch them die!

They're a pathetic excuse
For the life that I know;
My hatred grows strong,
My heart turns to stone.
They murder the young
For the price of their fun,
Protected by Law
Are these sickening ones!

I say – strike at their necks,
Take what they hold dear,
Put them in prison
So they’ll die as we cheer!

Pedophiles I weep for the children you keep
In your evil memories of lust and deceit.
And for the crimes you commit,
With your sadistic filled lies,
You should dwell in hell
For the rest of your lives!

No mercy I have
For the crimes that you keep
Against the children,
That you willfully deceived!

An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth,
Into the prison of hell
I pray you shall dwell!

And in this new place
Filled with carnage and rape
You now become the sexual taste
Where they fill their hunger with their disease
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

So as you cry awake as you lie your hell
Remember the children that you did sell
Into your lies of morbid deceit;
For now you live in complete disbelief
As they rape and pummel with their disease
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

No Mercy by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

A Childs Cry

Children wasted in the educational facility of emptiness.
Educators preach to the untouchable.
Children untended left to defend from the imaginable.
The perverted wait to execute the unspeakable.

Children destroyed through single acts of senseless violence.
Childhoods erased, reborn to the adulthood of anguish.
Innocence vanquished to a forever sea of suffering,
Never to re-claim what the malicious have taken in silence.

Children weep in torment as their scars forever remain;
Bloody intentions embrace their desires:
They will search for vengeance against their aggressors,
With murderous memories, to reclaim what the wicked acquired.

The twisted remain to prey upon our communities
Without consequence for their acts of morbid sickness;
They prowl, inflicting with transgressions:
No reflection for their intentions of wickedness.

Magistrates protect the incomprehensible.
The innocent, silenced by the legal voice of recklessness.
No righteous resurrection from the fatalities of transgressions.
Children mourn with murderous abandonment.

All the while children cry and die every day!

A Childs Cry by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

A Child Alone

Born into a world of deception,
Embraced in a life of abuse,
Tormented by a state of abandonment,
Betrayed by parents of youth.

Destroyed by words of profanities,
Tortured without excuse,
Alone in a house of misery:
Torn, battered and confused.

Compelled to a life of insignificance
With their endeavors never seen,
Their family – a false reality,
Alone with only their dreams.

Assaulted with no explanation
By parents who destroy with their hands;
A child bruised and broken
Can only dream of oceans and sands.

Alone in a world with no one,
Their voice never heard nor seen,
Locked in a room of obscurities,
Waiting till death sets them free.

Violence speaks to this child
With no escape to be seen,
Alone in this house of tragedy:
Withdrawn, suicidal and unseen.

A Child Alone by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse