and when the lies run supreme
Coin of state nothing more,
but treachery and deceit
When the the echelons of high and mighty
remain pompous and oblivious
to the death and disease,beneath
Laughter echoes amidst
these brethern of fortune,
while a mother mourns her babe,
not far away,lost to urban decay.
I sharpen my ears
to peculiar sounds,
things I wish to hear
A grinding stone,
A burning furnace,
A clanker of metal,
and whispers
from few rebellious minds.
Disappointed I move away,
for the fire that burns the wicked,
the hand that grabs the corrupt,
the craddle that rocks the just,
remains extinct,
in this city of lust
this land of impure...

Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2015-12-20 at 00:37

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this describes dystopia. if it were a novel it would be entertaining. since it isn't, since what you describe is real, and real in too many places, it is tragedy.

very well written, very strong.

What a very powerful statement of what it is to live under the constsnt threat of war. All the suffering and the anxiety that is not seen by the bombers and by the corrupt governments that rule and destroy everywhere. Very powerful words.


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