- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Death Culture
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Click hereDeath Culture
We sit and watch,
We sit and watch,
We sit and watch…
Leaders invoke “God’s Will”,
understanding implicitly
that promise of the unprovable
creates perfect rationalization,
brings meaning to menial lives.
We think for ourselves,
But do we really? OR…
Are our thoughts conditioned
by demagogues, only concerned
with satisfying unbalanced egos.
Death wears the robe of many colors,
silently infiltrating daily lives
in ways we may never entirely grasp,
from aborted fetuses to mercury laden waters,
someone has to be responsible
for blanket termination of time-lines…
or is death justified by profit for others,
or in numbers of converts?
Hypocrisy rules just below the crust,
life’s mantle poisoned, tortured,
relegated to unspoken thoughts of desperation.
Flicker, flicker, flicker,
our silhouettes frozen in caricature,
staring into bitter depths of isolation,
lost within the realm of entertainment’s addictions.
Schuller, Crouch, Tilton, Robertson et al.,
Bush, Cheney, Rove, Blair etc.,
the prophets of profit
pull you in, vacuuming out remaining
vestiges of independence
in vitriolic fire and brimstone.
Flicker, flicker flicker,
your life’s value is fading,
reduced to clichéd rhetoric,
cast out to black-hearted wolves of control.
We sit and watch,
We sit and watch,
We sit and watch…
Numb,
And
Afraid…
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Trailover 17 years agoQP, More, encore <grin I have to say this one gripped my soul and I was engulfed in your literary journey (~_~) Excellent poem! (in my opinion) Thanks for an intriguing Trail of words.
KOLKOREover 17 years agoIf only more and more poems as this one could entice us, not to talk to our own imaginary friend, as the previous poster suggests, but maybe to each other. Maybe to even cry: “I am sick and tired, and I am not going to take it anymore!” Thank you for daring to be relevant. Touching what really hurts, and pushing people out of their comfort zone!
LeBrozover 17 years agoSounding almost bitter
Perhaps with a touch of cynical;
A hard-edged look
At our world today;
Might make you want to
Talk to your imaginary friend.
