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Corruption
if the eyes are not blurred,
and our ears can still hear-
the ranting madness of the early morning cock.
then we say,
a cat had cried like a cat
and the early morning sun had smiled as usual.
but what if
the seer cant see
the hearer cant hear
and dogs welcoming thieves
to get tips
then,
what do we call that.
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Comments
tyro
Mon, 2019-08-19 06:45
then,
then,
what do we call that. institutionalized corruption???
I like your poem, its strait to the point. I think welcoming should be welcome in order to keep the verbs in the same tense.
T
The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight
Chiori
Thu, 2019-09-05 09:14
Exactly what is happening
Exactly what is happening here tyro
always remember to make a critique of other poems
using the hoe is not madness for nothing
Pugilist
Fri, 2019-08-23 19:01
Question
Chiori,
For the line:
"and dogs welcoming thieves"
What was your intent. I understand there is a discussion about tense usage, but I find myself disagreeing for reasons I will share after I hear your intent. I do not want to impose my meaning on your work.
I like this piece, it serves a purpose of poetry to challenge and call out power.
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Jonathan Moore
lovedly
Thu, 2019-09-05 11:46
This is not a rant friend
you speak on behalf of all
MAN
edit as suggested
twill enlighten the frame
Roscoe Lane
Fri, 2019-09-06 02:25
I like,
I like this a lot, only change I'd make is. ( and dogs were welcoming thieves to get tips ) clever poem. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.