Woke up from the world today
saw the cold brutal silence
felt like smashing my head against the floor.
They tell us
we stand on the shoulder of giants
yet we are really buried under their foot.
Our humanity long since betrayed
maybe with any luck some will change
but we all seem to stay the same.
Dreams of children at play
at the sites so soon to become their graves
who ever thought the bomb would stray that way.
Or should we fast forward
to the woman on the corner
getting into the fifth car tonight.
Watch the fireworks
from the end of the gun
if your lucky you won't feel any pain.
You ask why I'm sad
all I can really say
is somewhere a part of me died today.
And I'm afraid
that I'm to cowardice to care
Author notes
"He doesn't love me. He never loved me. I was never real to him. Nothing in the human experience is real to him."
A contest entry
- Pen Me Something - by Kari.
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Comments
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It is indeed difficult to look at the bigger picture with both feet on the ground, existentialism is often best viewed from afar or from deep within yourself. But in the realms of ethics and human nature itself, sometimes you must make sacrifices and mistakes. Sometimes, you must feel fear and question your actions. You have to get your hands dirty to feel as humans do, emerge into the sunlight (that blinding and oppressive tyrant), you must decide if you intend to affect the world face to face or within your own mind. It is difficult to cradle a child without touching it, or to plow a field without resulting blisters. Live. Be. And always be true to your own nature, wherever it takes you.
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This is deep. I did notice one mistake.
This line here -
"if your lucky you want feel any pain" did you mean
"if you're lucky you won't feel any pain"
ty for your entry.
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