A battle of beasts
Leaning back in my armchair I知 watching TV
Killer ants marching forward it is what I see.
Roaring as lions, moving slowly as snails
Deadly erected are their scorpion- tails,
And I can feel the children are crying.
Leaning back in my armchair I知 watching TV
Outstretched wings of searching eagles for prey it is what I see.
They have claws like a tiger and flutter as bees
Armed with swords like a sailfish far out in the sea.
And I can feel the children are crying.
Leaning back in my armchair I知 watching TV
The killer ants become tanks it is what I see.
Rolling across the desert, through sun and rain
Firing their vomit of bullets causing such fear and pain.
And I know the children are crying.
Leaning back in my armchair I知 watching TV
Eagles turn into bombers is what I see.
Raining bombs like teardrops on a city of tombs
With mushroom clouds rising out of the hell
And I know the children are dying
A contest entry
- Industrial Revolution, Mechanistic Masterpieces by Albrecht Duracell.
600 points, ended October 12, 2007, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gold for Green by Grey Mouser.
300 points, ended October 15, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Very nicely done. The world sits by and watches as the slaughter forges forward devouring the innicent and raizing the world in which they live. While cocooned and isolated by the glare of the screen, filtered from the actual horror portray.
Great job on this write, wonderful imagery and metaphor. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
This is beautiful! Full of deep maening and the true sadness of what the world is coming to. I love the last line of each stanza, it is the strength and back bone of the write.
You did a wonderful job showing with methaphor and imagery how strong words can be.
Excellent!
Thank you for sharing.
Love -
This piece aligns with the minds
of those who decry injustice,
are shocked by the blundering leaders
who wage an uneccesary, futile war,
and all while the children are hungry,
"crying" and "dying."
Outstanding comparisons in this piece.
Aesthete
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I'm looking for
pieces about industry or the industrial revolution, manufacturing, factories, refineries, assembly lines, or as one author has it, flywheels. While your poem references some of the byproducts of industry (tanks, bombers) it IS a poem about children crying and dying. Great--file under S for society, or W for War but not under I for Industry. It scrapes close enough to the subject material that DQing it outright doesn't seem fair... I guess you could still pull off a bronze or HM if no one else enters.
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