Of Waste

[billy]

Yet it has been published twice by two separate poetry magazines in Europe. So there must have been something they liked.

europes not all it's cracked up to be.

while it sounds a sing songy maybe a bit rappy; it doesn't say a lot apart from flip generalizations. [can you taste] most seems to have nothing to do with waste.
it's a hard poem to do a line by line and be constructive.

Can you not taste,
The carnivorous waste? what is carnivorous waste; shit?
 
Cars burning,
People yearning,
Freedoms granted,
On views slanted.  what does this have to do with waste?
 
Cons lie,
Hope dies,
Perfect screams,
Endless schemes, or this
 
Those bullets ring,
These masses sing,
The marching on,
Of faithless pawns. or this
 
A switch flipped,
A moral skipped,
The ravished scenes,
And weakened dreams.
 
Bridges aflame,
Fingered blame,
Hearts weep,
Illusions leap.
 
For vice they cry,
For rebirth they die,
Deserted command,
Vindication stands.
 
Scorched lands,
Jilted hands.
Bloodied earth,
Twisted mirth,
 
Can you now taste,
Our carnivorous waste?