I whisper confessions
and dream revolutions,
hoping to change
a cracked-open,
cracked-out,
fallen and falling
world.
preachers spew
harmonies and
vomit words,
while humanity
continues crumbling,
indifferent to
dogma, void of action.
they say eve
took the first bite,
but the generations
that followed
have kept on
chewing-
so who’s to blame
for eden’s evaporation then,
and utopia’s absence now?
politicians talk,
liberals think,
and protests surge through the streets.
but blind eyes
turn deaf ears
to the cries of
a nation,
and soldiers still die,
falling on blood-soaked deserts,
resting in unmarked graves--
nameless:
the casualties
of our tragedy.
Author notes
I don't like the way it reads on paper.
But it wasn't written to be read, rather- to be heard.
So I hope it's alright this way.
♥
Comments
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a very introspective piece
of poetry...questioning our
world is what we do, but to
actually DO something is
quite another matter for some...
through your poetry you have
awakened some sleepy minds...
bravo.
Love, Lane
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"have kept on chewing-" is so earthly and honest. it makes me go "hmmmm" which is a nice sound to make me, make.
that was a foul sentence.
anyways, speaking gives you the advantage of dropping syllables and you have some mighty syllably words here (that would be one of them, if it existed)
i like this. good job.
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-harmonies and word vomit,
and vomit words
-to dogma void of action.
perhaps a comma should be introduced?
I always read poems aloud whenever I can. And I LOVED reading the first stanza out loud.
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oh yes. agreed on both counts.
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