So you've gone and shaped my world
with your black and white pages
You've divided us and conquered definition
confined us to ink cages
You hand youth a paint brush
and say paint within our proscribed regulated lines
Step very carefully and obey
our corporate endorsed signs
You encourage us, our energy
our young future, we children are so keen
You say we'll fix all your mistakes
but refuse to allow us to paint with green
So our youthful shoots dry
and fall to the litter, shot full of holes
yet another broken sightless layer
crushed beneath your unfeeling soles.
with your black and white pages
You've divided us and conquered definition
confined us to ink cages
You hand youth a paint brush
and say paint within our proscribed regulated lines
Step very carefully and obey
our corporate endorsed signs
You encourage us, our energy
our young future, we children are so keen
You say we'll fix all your mistakes
but refuse to allow us to paint with green
So our youthful shoots dry
and fall to the litter, shot full of holes
yet another broken sightless layer
crushed beneath your unfeeling soles.
Author notes
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Based on the feeling you get when you are trying to get a submission considered and you just know are going to ignore it cause it comes from a greeny even though you jumped all their stupid hurtles.
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It doesn't feel like it flows. Suggestions? How does it feel to you?
Comments
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great interpretation of the quote. One I never even considered. Thank you for your entry.
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This is amazing. It intrigued from the beginning. Your words are fluent and the imagery is amazing. Great write. Keep it up.

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Beautiful piece you penned here. Great job. The imagery and flow blended well together. Best wishes to you and thanks for sharing this with me. Keep that pen handy dear poet. ~Midnight Lace
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I would be lying if I said that I understood this fully. Maybe I can say that I have a bit of an idea, but it is through no fault of the writer...it is mine [as I do not have enough background to know exactly what inspired this]. So I will just take it as the younger generation venting at the "world impossible" that you might be expected to step into?????
best wishes,
reenie



