It started with a strand
This world that we’ve made
Over so much time
It’s come a long way
Spiders we were
Spinning our web
So many working together
It would never meet an end
It spiraled up and
It spiraled outwards
Gaining and growing
We were constantly working
But our web was weak
And the spiders grew old
Generations passed on
Becoming more bold
A single gust of wind
Could have blown us away
But we all had faith
After all, it had lasted till today
But a gust of wind came
And the web fell apart
And there was the end
Of our beloved work of art
Some stared in awe
Some wept rivers
As we witnessed the destruction
Of the work of our ancestors
We had come so far
They had worked so hard
For so many years
Just to have it all torn apart
So we face this destruction
This tattered and torn tapestry
And many felt trapped
Controlled by the hierarchy
But in the end
One thing will hold true
People come together
To protect and one day hope to rebuild
This remaining string of a shoe
- Author: Anonymous (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 26th, 2022 15:32
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem in the midst of everything happening right now, the rights that have just been taken away and the looming threat of even more. I hope we can all hold strong and pull out of this, but in the meantime, we have to lean on each other.
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Comments1
wonderfully realised
you have such a natural flow..
thanks for sharing
oh thank you! and you're very welcome for sharing
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