The stains have become so vibrant
So prevalent
Did these shades change world
Or did this world just change its rotation
What powers are there to manage it
This myriad of tones and castings
The religion to blame, to solidify
The codex of understanding
No ... you cannot go there
For there, is only a strict binding
Condemn that, restraint
Condemn the rules, the presages
They are ancient and do not apply
Yes, burn the books
Tear down the barriers
And from the pieces, make a new symbol
There can be no more resistance
No more 'concerns', no more dissent
Wear the seal with pride
Display its power, disseminate
Set up new barriers, new walls
And from its hold, let none flee
New,
all new
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2022 06:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Musings in a misanthropic age.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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I blame the 60s hippies. Peace and love, it was just too radical. It's a well known fact, politicians and generals can't dance, so that only leaves them one other vice to play with, and they play it well, all over the world.
I'm 'cause and effect' camp as well. Thanks for reading.
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