Free like nothing I’ve ever seen
Like cuts in the earth,
I pour like nothing you’ve ever known.
Choices that don’t exist, it’s not fate -
It’s a travesty,
Fate is a dark storm cloud, they draw across your face,
Cover you because you’re not safe.
It’s a tale, a lie, but it defines your existence,
It’s push and shove, but little resistance.
Pace, pace, turn.
We huddle in rooms, candles lit, like plotting design.
But designs are already plotted.
I wait through hope and lies,
But their eyes disguise their hearts betray,
My thoughts outline a different place.
It’s all favour and misplaced drama,
Business is business, and business is usual,
So accepting we are, that it falls like fate,
Tears we can’t stop, lives we can’t shape.
But we all ask the question, and it’s driving us mad,
We think and pour into mirrors until our minds shift and bend,
That ever-escaping and impossible answer,
We dance with her, lie with her, until it spreads like cancer,
Holding our frame and devouring our light,
We all fail or we stand tonight.
But will we?
I doubt it.
Call them names. Maybe.
Shout out their crimes. Dutifully.
But nothing will work, so you sit and cry
So long, goodnight, goodnight; goodbye.
Author notes
This poem is about political leadership; the party system in particular. I'm so sick of voting for someone who doesn't give a shit about my town or your town or anything but what their country-club party members have to say. Why do they tow the party line; I understand it - I wish I didn't, but I do. They make decisions that affect us, without any consideration for how we feel. It's mind-boggling why we continue to allow this to happen, but we do, and I don't know how to stop it. I'm sick of them censoring anything that attacks them, or marginalizing those who oppose them. In the Cold War era you were a commie, now your a terrorist. It's a culture of institutionalized fear and it's all absolute bullshit.
If you'd like to, please comment, I always welcome criticism - but prefer praise - and am always up for a discussion.
Oh yeah, I'm Canadian, so I spell 'favour' with a 'u.' It's not spelled wrong despite what the AP spell-checker tells me
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oh my lord, this was powerful! i could feel it loud and clear. i love it, it strikes a chord in me. and unfortunatly, i beleive you are right. very well written, this will stay on my mind for a while^^
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Beautiful.
I can never getinto "protest poetry". It always seems forced and arbitrary... But not this. If youdont mind, Im going to readthis overandaver and get really into it and show all my friends.
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Hello,
you say in your notes that it's political, yet when I read this poem, 'council of mind' came to mind
I think it could be read as personal as well as political, particularly with the super-fantastic line; "We think and pour into mirrors until our minds shift and bend,"
the whole thing's brilliant---very impressive
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