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Submitted by quogan on 6 May 2008 - 6:19am.| Updated 7 May 2008 - 6:25am.
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freeform
There is no freedom
Only laws
The stones of our happiness demolished by sledgehammer
We rebuild it with cardboard and paper Mache
Then it rains legal technicalities and the softly glued wall collapses, groaning into the mud
While we stand and stare in blind ignorance
The media has no power
Just does what it’s told and convinces us to get along with our unknowing existence
And we do
We roll in our own filth, the shit and problems of life being created by ourselves
We don’t smell it
Does it even matter?
Medicine is in fashion with the ones who don’t need it
The poor countries that beg are put on the bottom of a list yellowed by age
Or ignored
The practice that has inspired many of us is rotting
Turning in its grave, praying silently to wake up
For us all to wake up
(1 vote)
i’m sorry about this poem.
i’m sorry about this poem. there was a problem and it didn’t register on the site, but i will try to post it tommorow.
I will be watching for it!
I will be watching for it!
Quogan
I wholeheartedly agree with this write. Structurally, it’s sound. Nice flow, direct and to the point. Well done - and welcome to the site.
~Lynn (Jess K.)
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