They call it
melancholy.
I only wonder, ponder, think too often about
the drives of man
sexual discovery
scared faces in the streets
philosophies of strangers.
Are they
happy?
The strength of the world cannot overcome his shoulders.
One man, to shake it all.
One man, to destroy it all.
It takes wit, it takes power, it takes charisma
Could bring it up, could bring it down, could save the people
of desolation
could help merely the insane.
But power only in the hands of the godly could result in a utopia.
Control the world, seize the hands of the poor, rile up and how does one think like that?
How does one want to be what Hitler was?
One human, the power to change history's path of monarchy.
One human.
Who would want to be God? Who would want to condemn?
We follow the paths of the holy figure who is
so forgiving, yet condemns
and we walk in his judgmental image.
Send someone to an eternity of torture.
---watch them bask in the heat, shrivel in fear.
What is this power
what does it gain?
Who would want
this sort of power?
Author notes
I'm feeling ponderous, so I decided to write what I was pondering. =) Thank you for reading.
A contest entry
- How is your mood? Quicky by Meroza.
300 points, ended August 13, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Such ponderings do lead straight to melancholy, which is a much more fitting word than depression, especially on these subjects.
Congrats on the gold trophy.
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Your poem really is deep. And I have to agree on the part where humans just follows others. I'd rather follow everyone else then have such a huge task on my shoulders.
This is a well written poem indeed.
Best of luck with the pondering.
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Humankind are sheep, so easily led by a shepherd with all the right grains...
I enjoyed this poem. ~Bramble
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