Why are the most gifted the most twisted,
What is it that makes the world turn round,
How is it we always have to justify our existence,
By reinforcing the things that put us down.
Who are the so-called true believers,
And how do they justify their beliefs,
What is it about their absolute certainty,
That allows them to smash any fragile peace.
And what is this truth we all fight for,
Though through different eyes we all perceive,
With our own prejudices and diffident views,
In the end it's only what we choose to believe.
So count up your chattels and possessions,
And keep all your blessings hidden in disguise,
For the truth that you thought would set you free,
Is only smoke that gets in your eyes.
For the message that you keep seeking,
Is often written in blood upon bullet-ridden walls,
And the meaning is lost in the translation,
That keeps being misunderstood by one and all.
So be grateful for your ignorance,
It protects you from the rest,
And keeps you wrapped up in its awful silence,
While the starving and down-trodden become the disposessed.
A contest entry
- These Times by skaldkraft.
450 points, ended July 11, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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Not sure if it totally relates to "These Times" but I LOVE the write! I love how you started it~ to the finish~ BRAVO ~ Dang I LOVE your thinking! I think thats how it relates! YOU WROTE THIS GREAT! I really love it!
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Sorry something happened and the contest will have to be cancelled
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Well-written rhyme. The points made within your poem are definitely and unfortunately a part of these times.
Thank you for entering the contest.
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