You Win, We’ll Leave

Tip top are the words he would say,
Ordering all – to win his way;
Didn’t matter in whom he harmed,
Disingenuously he would charm.

Yielding to his outright deception,
Oasis of promise was his invention.
Ulterior motives – his only intention.

Without contrition, he flowered his seeds,
Implanting the heart just like the weed
Narcissistically nurturing his golden scheme.

You Win, We’ll Leave by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Built with Lies

the answers to life
that gives one hope everyday
     it is built with lies
your ambition is futile,
everything is deception.

Built with Lies by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Betrayed

I am going out of my blood crazed mind
completely side tracked and blind
by the fury that defeats me on the inside;
my brain, I cant explain
as it erupts in great disdain
from the stain
    - of betrayal.

Screaming in my mind,
I cant get a word in edge wise;
spinning a millions cycles entwined
with rage and anger riveting
    - my spine.

I cant shake this feeling
of a so called friend ripping me in two,
stabbing my back through and through,
betraying all that we once had
for the price of a greenback;
    what a damn joke
    this immoral bloke
    who pretended to be my friend!

The end -
    with this so called friend;
         I'm back to the drawing board,
             with just me
                   and my pen
                        The end!

Betrayed by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Murder

Murder,
Charming deceit:
Taking without conscience.
Chaos, heartbreak, calamity:
Lawless.

Murder by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Deceivers

Liars,
No honesty.
At all cost they deceive –
Inflicting pain without conscience,
Charmers.

Deceivers by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Wolf

Justice dies
As the preachers lie
Calmly manipulating their sheep.

With revenge in their teeth
And greed at their feet,
Onward to hell they teach.

Words of insanity
With nothing but calamity,
Into the pits of hell they breach.

Repent and belief
Is not in their speech,
Only deception and lies they preach.

Therefore dear wolf
Repent of your curse,
And plead to Hashem for mercy.

The Wolf by K. Saitta © 2013, A Walk In Verse

Babylon Still Speaks

Deception fills this glass shattered life,
Shackles of torment – your only guiding light;
She constricts, she kills, your every waken step,
I weep – blood streams down from my open broken neck.

My blood flows like the serpents sting
Waiting to strike this ten horned king
With flaming darts from my soul; I shall speak.
I’ll cast aside this twisted, vile beast.

A beast whose goal is total insanity
With her modern-day speech of peace and calamity;
Blinding her sheep while they sing to the beast:
   I sigh in turmoil
      – Revenge is all I seek!

I stare and gaze at her lust filled greed
As she encompasses the armies where my fathers’ did grieve.
She sheds their blood from her oil drenched hands;
She desecrates – where the abomination now stands.

Frozen in ice as my gaze still might be
I watch in horror as she conquers the seven seas;
   Smiting the necks of all who disbelieve
   She worships her sadistic fantasies
   As the clay filled beast
      Preaches,
         Peace – Peace!

Yet blood flows from this satanic whores reach,
A third of the earth drenched in her false sense of peace;
Ripped and torn the bodies still lie,
   Shallow graves
      – The martyrs die.

Can you see the lies she speaks
As she preaches deception and her false sense of peace?
She tells all to follow her blood-drenched king
To make the choice:
   Death or the beast.
   Babylon still speaks
   – the Satanic vile beast.

Babylon Still Speaks by K. Saitta © 2010, A Walk In Verse

What Evil Brings

A demon thrives from the ancient of times,
Lighting his way to the present.

Mesmerizing all who are brought to dwell
Upon his twisted barbaric perceptions.

Looking towards the east, this evil one seeks
A creed of his venomous deeds;
     Systematically rising are his teachings of hell,
          Like the sun upon the open sea.

He requires the death of all who fail
In the compulsion of what he preaches;
     Many misled from his heretical spell
     As he deceives in the name of his king.

And if you refuse his spoon fed news
Your death with certainly follow;
     A slit to your throat
     With blunt knife strokes;
          Into your grave
          As a martyr.

What Evil Brings by K. Saitta © 2010, A Walk In Verse

From the Pulpit

From the pulpit the evil ones speak
Deceiving the flock with their secular speech;
Selling the sheep a lie as their truth,
Converting the masses with their vile approve
Of immoral fantasies and evil dispute.

From the Pulpit by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Change

Change is not what he seems,
As he speaks behind a mask of tyranny.
He is portrayed as light in our darkest hour.

Few pierce through his veil of tyranny
While his words of deceit engage to be your friend;
Like a fire on an arctic night protecting those in dismay.

Blind are they who seek what he seeks;
Following into the darkness of his abyss
Seeking indoctrination into the carnage of him.

Whoa to those who follow so blindly!

The depravities of their minds do not allow him to be seen
As he eagerly awaits to encroach upon his flock
His indoctrination of carnage.

From this day onward he is known as truth;
His flock only comprehends what he allows them to see.
Young and old, rich and poor, they look upon his name;

Truth no longer remains among his sheep,
They choose to exchange truth for his fallacies:
All the while their ears tingle with the masquerade entitled, Change.

Change by K. Saitta © 2008, A Walk In Verse

A Land of Disgrace

A land I know where one can’t speak
      Except for the councilmen’s bias filled speech.
Persecutions flow through this once great land
      Like an axe in battle as it slaughters the next man.
Unjust and fowl as these leaders may be
      Does not matter to the master of these so-called elite.
Go now and seek a new place to dwell
      And never return to this place called hell.

A Land of Disgrace by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

My Home

I found a place to call my home
Within the woods for all to roam,
A mountain world of great delight
Away from cities’ overseen sights.

A place where children would be cherished,
A place where friendships would never perish,
A place where families would have meaning,
A place where everyone would be pleasing.

But in this land where I do live
It revealed its past and deadly sins;
A past so dark where black is white,
A place where death dwells in heavenly light,
A place I lived and hardly known,
A place I hate to call my home.

Within this town of lies and sin,
Nightmares thrive and live within.
Children mourn from dawn to dusk;
Township protects those of unimaginable disgust!

I sit and cry with tears of pain
As murderous rage pours through my veins.
A rage so strong as blinding light,
Ready to strike like a falcon in flight
While feasting in the utmost delight.

These nightmares I see are as thick as night.
I must escape before it takes my life.

This place I loathe to call my home
Is a place where none can live and roam.
A place to leave before you die,
A place of complete and unjust lies.

This city’s name I cannot not share
As it brings forth things, one cannot bare.

If I hint its name, you must swear this creed
That you will never seek what I have seen.
This hint I speak has a G,
Which ends with the letters A N D,
Twenty minutes west of Yosemite.

So if you search upon a map
Stay away from this town of collapse,
A town of misery where everyone moans,
A place I will leave that I called my home.

My Home by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

It’s Gonna Get Better

It’s gonna get better,
Are the words I hear every day!

The worlds in a rage,
Families in complete dismay,
Yet, They continue to say,
“Its gonna get better”.

Better for whom is the answer I seek,
As everyone suffers except the rich and elite.

Children are crying as they sleep in their graves,
Families moan in woe and rage;
Out of work and on the streets,
Homes stole by legislative greed;
People starve with not a morsel to eat
As they watch their lives stripped away, shipped overseas.
Yet, They continue to say every single day,
“It’s gonna get better”.

Who are They that speak these words of depict?
These words of emptiness filled with intentions of grief.

“They”, are the ones that control the industries
The ones that create laws and false realities,
The ones that create and destroy societies,
The ones we fought and died for with our dignity!
“They”, are the ones that live off our blood, sweat and tears,
Taking at will with no consequences to bear,
Stripping away our wealth and dignity,
Stealing the land away from our families,
Giving to those of foreign nationalities,
With no regard to the society that entrusted, “They”!

Yet behind their smoke filled lies,
While people die,
They continue to say,
“Its gonna get better”.

It’s Gonna Get Better by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse