At the beginning of the end
a new day is dawned,
as my head stops spinning
I realize where I have gone.
I step to the curb
and reach out my hand,
I am quite disturbed
by this wretched land.
With rifles we fight,
abolish globalization,
from dusk in to night
questioning God's good creation.
Desolate and fading,
a world deteriorating,
a society downgrading,
decreasing our rating.
We cannot see
behind the closed doors,
enforced bourgeoisie
defined by your cores.
Author notes
PROMPT:
6) The Catcher in the Rye, by J D Sallinger
"you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road."
A contest entry
- Yummy Literary Quotes to feed your muse (OPEN TO ALL!) by Melee Vau.
1000 points, ended November 13, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this feels like dejavu as I commented on this poem last night, but seems gremlins have been eating my words.
I like your world view, expressed in such dark and forceful verse. Love the final verse: "We cannot see
behind the closed doors,
enforced bourgeoisie
defined by your cores."
enjoyed the journey, let's knock on those doors (tear down the wall!)


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Those gremlins have eaten my words as well!! But thanks for coming back and re-commenting. I really appreciate it. I'm glad you like my world view. Thanks for the contest!
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At the beginning of which end? This road looks very familiar, I'm certain that I've seen this sign before. So down the road of historical repeats we travail along.
Whilst I do not agree with all of what you have to say here, at least I think I don't. There is a bit a vagueness concerning globalization, as well as God's good creation.
That most of our society is more concerned with outward appearance and how much more debt they can rack up than anything real is a truism.
Good view on the subject.
Peace
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I am encouraged by your verse, as sometimes I fear that society in general is simply accepting what is spoon fed to us by government. Good to know I'm not the only one that chokes on the taste . A good pen, this. best luck in your contest


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The artist is always outside beating on the doors. Not always sure he wants in but dead serious in the thought they need to get out more and find a life. Nothing delicate about this one, just more chomping on the ... I can hear you and you say it well, civilization is more about dressing up properly and always having a good reason for killing the opposition.

Peace,
Tom B.

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Thank you! I always appreciate your comments. You're right about civilization these days. It is difficult to know what really happens "behind those closed doors." I liked your example of the artist beating on the doors. Thats exactly what I was thinking.
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well done poet
excellent rhyme and flow
love this stanza...
We cannot see
behind the closed doors,
enforced bourgeoisie
defined by your cores.
good luck to you in the contest
thanks for the share
Darky


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Thanks for your comment!! Much appreciated :-). Glad you liked it!!
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