Thoughts inside I dare not share
Thoughts spoken only to the air
I warn the wind and rain and snow
Of things I think they ought to know.
Beware of us who walk this earth
Within our souls there lies a dearth
Of what we once called decency
Of love, compassion, honesty
Our morals stolen by a thief
Upon the grave we lay the wreath
Where lies the ruins of integrity
The sad remains of democracy
We scream to the sky, fists clenched in rage
Our immeasurable grief cannot be assuaged
For we’ve created the grief and strife
The architects of this untenable life
We yell at what we cannot grasp
The irretrievable past we tightly clasp
We question not, it hurts our brains
So blissful ignorance remains
For it’s painful to think, to become engaged
And with lack of thought we become enraged
With those who would have us know the truth
So “speak” we say, show us your proof
How dare you challenge what we believe?
We know it all, we’re not naïve
There’s nothing you can say or do
To make what we believe untrue
So spew your facts, we do not care
They float like dust upon the air
For in our numbers we are safe
We have each other, we have faith
In those who tell us what we should hear
They justify what we hold dear
Our prejudice we wear with pride
And political correctness we cannot abide
Why waste the time to learn and grow
We already have what we want to know
As long as things are good for us
What do we care what’s all the fuss
If some don’t like it let them leave
This space is ours they are the thieves
We’re pure and righteous we hold the key
And no one else has that guarantee
We bow and scrape to those on high
Who hold us captive with the cry
“Those others hate us, it’s not fair”
And spread division with a glare
And those who seek to separate
Would have us build a stronger gate
To keep the learned, wise and true
From entering into the queue
This place is only meant for us
So off you go, get on the bus
You are not welcome, you’ll never be
Are you blind, can you not see?
We want you gone so we don’t hear
The truth you speak that we all fear
That change is good and here to stay
We’re comfortable with yesterday
And now you say that life’s not static
Like bygone days stored in the attic
We loved those days, as well you know
We’re not about to let them go
We’ll hold on tight till time goes back
And gives us what we sorely lack
The good old days that we could face
When everybody knew their place
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this 4 years ago when I was feeling particularly disappointed in our national discourse. Ignorance breeds fear which leads to a domino effect of bad situations. I will always have hope that knowledge and understanding will some day prevail.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments7
mellifluous metered rhyming poem buffeted my mindset down a long and winding road, the one taken - upon espying a figurative forked juncture. additional, i favor reading and writing somewhat lengthy poems, and receive slight jabs many anonymous readers dislike prolixity of mine, but passion with English language finds me bounding forth and expounding upon a theme with a plethora of words.
I love your verbosity and share your passion for words. Thank you for for being such a kindred spirit.
It is security that we all search for in an ever changing world where there is none. Change promotes fear and fear distrust. A well written poem that incapsulates the frustrations of life.
Thank you for your kind words. I feel so fortunate to have found a venue of expression with so many wonderful, like minded people. It is a privilege to be here.
Wonderfully metered and rhymed but more important the message was clearly stated in so many different ways. This truly was a grand poem and one that is so true. I loved it from beginning to end.
Thank you so much, I am truly honored by your words.
Say it like it is why dont'cha .. amazingly articulated & I wholeheartedly agree with every word ... so wot about that cult Bella eh' 🙂
Thank you Neville, you are always encouraging. And as for the cult, I'm think'in real hard.
(in our text conversation
on Eclectic and Oneness
I remembered reading this poem of yours
months ago, but didn't have the time then
to read it thoroughly and digest
it completely
and so, came back to read it again
and was grateful
my little brain remembered it)
simply Brilliant, dear cherished Poet
if we could serve a cup of this
realism flavoured wisdom
to humanity, half our problems
would be resolved, in a sip
thank you!
'Beware of us who walk this earth
Within our souls there lies a dearth
Of what we once called decency
Of love, compassion, honesty'
Amen!
('Trapped in a world
of abundant wilful Ignorance
as sonciety's most, Prevalent
and kind, Consideration
rendered, mere Irrelevance'
from one of my old scribbles)
Thank you my friend for resurrecting this old poem of mine, and for your kind comments. I will definitely have to find this old scribble of yours, we seem to be on the same wavelength. It is so wonderful to share thoughts and feelings with such a kindred spirit.
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