grievances set to the tune of the elevator
hovering over the unwavering existance of ants
fellow beings being accosted by unfortunate circumstances
taking a toll on their civilizations
ruthless dictators pounding incessantly making death tracks
condemning those that exist in light
and praising the ones that spew hatred to the masses
imagine a world of elevator music
imagine a world of ants
imagine a world of reversed affections
and where no one knows how to dance
Author notes
Written December 17th, 2004
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I am surprised no one commented on this, this is very well done. I dislike this world of elevator music as well. I assume this poem is about bringing the soul back into music and not just it being mindless background noise in a society to busy to listen. The only thing is that I would take out the word being from this sentence "fellow beings being accosted by unfortunate circumstances". It is not nessecary and it interrupts the flow a bit. Great work though.
