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Colonial Cur:
It lay curled at the feet of its masters
Eagerly barking or biting on cue
No sense of its past or its ancestors
Gorging tiny scraps that were its true due
With the Sun setting on its patronage
Whimpering cur was lost and left behind
It whined and wailed in its sad, lonely stage
Deserted by masters, shunned by its kind
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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OriginalRhyku
Thu, 2018-08-16 03:14
Tyro's Comment
This is a very powerful poem;
This is a very powerful poem; and its power is the clarity in which it portrays a historical event. I once read that simplicity is a sign of genius because it can condense the complicated to simple terms.
The simple and Crystal clear depictions in both stanza reminded me of this.
I am impressed, that so much is said in so few words, and with such powerful images! .
T
The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight
author commentOriginalRhyku
Thu, 2018-08-16 03:15
Tyro
Thanks for your generous commentary.
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