Seated, cross-legged on my mattress,
I listen to the Beatles,
And wonder where all that brilliance has gone
Where are my heroes? Brutus
Of Julius Caesar, St. Clare
Of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Rod Serling
Of the Twilight Zone
Are we, the Youth,
Encumbered by potential,
Brilliant or brainwashed?
Should we rebel
In more than the conventional style
Against society, schooling us in
Mindlessness to mature into
Ravenous consumers?
Taught to covet material goods,
We mistake them for our purpose,
And then mistake this life
As pointless
Author notes
"the heart roars like a lion
at what they've done to us."
- Charles Bukowski
A contest entry
- Inspired by Puking Faerie Dust.
1750 points, ended October 31, 29 entries
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Comments
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The questions written here are valid and introspective. It is good to ask and then answer for yourself. The reality of our youth lends itself to future experiences. I have no idea your age but this a pretty mature poem. I love your take on the Bukowski quote! The best to you in the contest.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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