False hoods recorded
Narratives are claimed
All rights reserved
No wrongs afforded
Acclimated to what's spoken
Withdraw all that's free
Speech is affiliated
Sounding out quietly
Loud and brash
Our spoken word
That's a tall tale
Realities unheard
Visions boxed
Then tuned in
Frequently asked
Lesser more misguiding
Historical content
Conseptulized
This rewritten history
Will tell you its revised
Comments3
great write! thanks for sharing
please forgive me
for attempting a scribbled poetic reply below
I couldn't resist:
(Victors, inking insidiously hollow futures
where aftermath bequeaths, consequence
and mantra, regresses empathy 's influence
so new-born's, learn to tighten their fist's
before, they open their eyes
then cry out loud, screaming at the fallacy
of walls and roof's, an explosion
removed
from becoming hell on earth, bricks
of empire ruins...
yet, parent's smile upon a miracle
as representative of all the hope
they surrendered when entering
adulthood's, scam of subservience
fitting-in, in a society, anchored
upon drug and alcohol, concussed
mirage, interpretations
of reality's inevitability of cyclical
strife;
while older generations, stare up
at that indifferent universe
and wonder, to what end?
is there really, no better way
if, this be by design
and if
by chaotic chance alone, why
must the dice, land
on one's
time n again, when
can we get a win
that's not a forsaken precursor
to our ensuing demise?
please, anyone - anything
just answer me this...!?)
Very well laid out attempt at scribe. No forgiveness necessary
And what passes for truth not worth a candle after that (your poem)
Here are my takes on History, for what they are worth:
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-148165
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-142331
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-143343
(Deep history is a concept very few here seem to understand. Not what is happening in the here and now, but how the conflict occurred, from way back.)
Regards, Dave
Thank you. It only takes a few lines and the world goes chaotic, all because mass indoctrination is totally invisible and flies under what social media uses as its platform. Genius if it wasn't so dismissal don't you think?
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.