As that sign at a demo said,
“the 21st century is like a Dickens’ novel”,
humanity makes a world, unfair,
for every mansion, there’s a hovel.
The same operating system,
stirs up the same mistakes,
such as an overconfident lad,
found drowned in a lake.
Levels between utility and wage,
are not harmoniously spread,
it would seem that those in charge,
want to see us all dead.
A question, I will ask you,
aren’t you fed up of being left behind?
because; if you are my friend,
don’t fear change, stop being blind.
Let there be no un-imagination,
in the way we run life,
at the moment; it seems that our nature,
is to smile, whilst holding a knife.
By repeating our imperfection,
we have become our own horseman,
something that could be beauty,
we’ve selfishly made gruesome.
I try to find some love,
but a talking monkey’s the only choice,
is it of any wonder I choose,
to listen to my inward nasty voice.
Thus, a question, I will ask myself,
am I fed up of being left behind?
if so, stop building a one man cell,
that no-one can unbind.
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AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bit of another "preachy" but reflective one this one. As the prices of utilities rise, but the wages stay the same, I feel as if "humanity's operating system" has the purpose: to incite more frustration that is needed, and therefore, to facilitate the same division and dissatisfaction from generation to generation. I'm sure if we can put our minds to it, and embrace an ACTUAL change for the better, then all of us will no longer have the empty feeling of being left behind. Accompanying the poem is an image entitled "Loser - Left behind" by Spectral-design from Dreamstime.com, which I thought very apt, and the banner picture of the hand reaching out, I feel very apt also. I hope that you enjoy the poem, hang in there, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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The message of your poem is so very relevant in our world today. It seems we are in a race, and pushing or tripping our competitors is perfectly acceptable to win the prize. But what a hollow victory when we stand alone at the end, with no one to cheer, because the joy of winning is in the sharing, and being happy for everyone's success. A great write my friend, and fav!
Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Bella, it's very much appreciated.
I'm glad that you enjoyed and grasped the underlining frustrating and horrid messages, that are raised in the poem, I really do hope that eventually, we can actually revise the way we operate, and become a better species and stalwart for the planet.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
I like this a lot AS, because it is disciplined verse which covers the discontent many feel. You have confessed it is ‘preachy’, so I hope you won’t mind if I engage in a little preachyness in return:
Try ‘alienation’ as a descriptor – it once (and maybe still does) cover it.
Words used and their context affect the way a problem is perceived. Thus you have sheeted these problems home to the individual, the ‘we’ and the ‘us’. The reality is that this society is dominated by a political system over which the individual , ‘we’ and ‘us’ have little or no control. If or how this situation is resolved, is something about which I sometimes think long and hard – with no solutions in sight. But one thing I’m sure of is that the frame has to change from ‘we’ and ’us’.
BTW, as everyone knows, the Dickens novel referred to in your first stanza is in all probability A Tale of Two Cities, opening Para:
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,….....in short, the period was so far like the present…….”
You stay safe too, AS.
Thanks for the read and for your wonderful commentary Doggerel Dave.
After reading your "nail on the head" commentary, it re-unveils the frustrations of the human mind, and our operating system, which provides the same division and dissatisfaction; from generation to generation, which is made possible by the same political struggles, that are powered by the avarice of human industry. I just hope that "we" the writers; can both arouse a bit of a change for the better, and of course ease the pain a little.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
Such true words Ben, we will cope as we have in hardships of the past.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and we shall indeed endeavour to power through.
I hope that all is well!
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