furious hatred leaves us so divided,
comments section where i find myself confided
instead today ill write a poem, i decided,
hope it will help when my head starts to spin
i heard a kid today brought a pistol to school
knowing a cop would judge, jury and execute
his poor soul, end his life before his teens.
that kid feared god, there’s a serious fear in me
that this godless nation can be pretty obscene
to its starved and stuck, homeless and hopeless,
there’s a fear in me that i’ll go with the motions
well complaining about complacency
doesn’t change much does it,
i fear for my loved ones who don’t know of it
that they’re stuck too,
they’d do anything they could…
if only they knew
the extent to the godlessness, we’ve achieved a lot
set the ocean on fire, built the biggest of bombs
that is until the biggest one we have goes off,
we’ve burned forests to make a fortress
for all of our connivence, we ignore war to discuss
women who have a penis.
we’ve achieved so much but look what we’ve got
we’ve maximized brain rot,
a phone in my pants, when not in my hands
social distance, a sickness leaves me afraid
with medical precision advertisements are made
while medical supplies and bodies fill graves
the stitches in our clothes sewed by slaves
the riches we “own” is merely our wage
it’s self evident, the monsters self satirizing,
it makes me fear how i’m supposed to behave
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2021 19:06
- Comment from author about the poem: somethin i wrote a couple weeks ago while very angry.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
admittedly, I can't relate any direct correlation
between your perceived 'godlessness' and the decline of a Nation, you're depicting
with insightful accuracy.
because if you take a quick glimpse at our 'collective' history,
we of humanity
have been doing the same thing
generation after cursed generation,
before we ever heard of any deity, and during the heights of theology, and even now, at the dawning of a society, barely a few centuries - free, from religious tyranny
its all the same, perpetuated cyclical BS
an endless dance of 'we' VS 'they'
in the fight for 'I' to belong, to anything
to have a chance: at Surviving...
But, that doesn't take anything away
from my appreciation for how well written and eloquently expressed this work is!
thank you, for choosing to share
Firstly, I want to thank you for your honest and open minded criticism. It means a lot to me for you to have read and wrote your opinion even if we disagree on things. I wanted to hone in on political conflict in this poem, and turmoil between the American left and right as continued to rise. I have come to find that conflict in society is always influenced by class, "The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles." -Marx. I reference this alienation from ones society and labor in a poem I wrote, "Eat the Rich". A push to progressivism back to a regress into conservatism and back again will probably be the true "curse" you mention, an inability to exist simply. Growth for its own sake being an American ideal, or maybe just a capitalist one. Thank you for choosing to comment, I hope you have a great day
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