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being born (a poem for the obdurate)
being born (a poem for the obdurate)
kill what you don't understand
annihilate what you cannot control
deplete your resources
murder even the water,
trees, and rocks
you would kill the stars if you could
but reach them
you act like your heart was torn out
as a child
now you cannot steal enough
kill enough --
or cause enough pain
to fill the void where your
heart once was
lay down your arms for the rest
of us
and forego your vengeance for
being born.
Style / type:
Free verse
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Comments
mand
Mon, 2010-11-01 09:39
Very powerful
I particularly like the last stanza and the expression, "you act like your heart was torn out as a child".
plenty to think about with this captivating poem.
Love Mand xxxxxx
Victorclaude
Mon, 2010-11-01 22:40
Thank you, Mand.
Thank you, Mand.
Sometimes, I just wish I didn't see this stuff, but I guess I can't help it, then things like this step out of my head onto the page.
Anyway, thanks again.
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Victorclaude
Mon, 2010-11-01 22:46
My dear Shirley,
My dear Shirley,
Would that there weren't wickedness or wrongdoing . . . As long as we are wishing, would that there were nothing but joy, at least for a day, just for a break.
Thank you, Darling!!
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Geezer
Mon, 2010-11-01 18:51
Only one little tweak...
and it's a matter of personal taste. You use the word murder twice. I always try to use another word after the first use. Maybe try destroy, something like: "destroy what you cannot control." Great work though. ~ Geezer
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place
Victorclaude
Mon, 2010-11-01 22:42
Hey, Geezer --
Hey, Geezer --
I heard you on your suggestion and I changed murder to annihilate. I do and don't like the ring to it. This poem even freaks me out, because there are real people out there who act just like I described them.
Scary . . .
Thanks,
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Victorclaude
Mon, 2010-11-01 22:47
Rosina,
Rosina,
Thank you very kindly.
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Bonitaj
Tue, 2010-11-02 07:56
Being born ...
Liked the title with it's bracketted clause... in simpler terms - "living among the stubborn"!
Very powerful write - a plea for clemency and a recognition of the pain born by those who resent being here!
good to read your stuff! will keep an eye out for it!
THanks
Bonita j
Bonitaj
judyanne
Tue, 2010-11-02 11:26
powerful
i have nothing more to say
i am left with one of those stunned silences in my head
'lay down your arms for the rest
of us
and forego your vengeance for
being born.' - just totally brings me undone.
love judy
xxxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)