As a social animal we must have a leader
We only acknowledge as heads those we fear or love
It seems that our soul is a bleeder
No way to stop hemorrhaging, a need for approval from above
A commander can be a teacher or a parent
Authority can be a dictator or a god
Superiors can make sense or be logically errant
Idols can be dressed in a holy shroud or hobnail boots shod
We do whatever we are told to do
We follow our shepherd's voice like sheep
Those that stand up for what's right are few
Our morals have been a long time asleep
On tempestuous seas we sail
Without a lighthouse we are lost
We will drown if we fail
Like moths, we follow any light, no matter the cost
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sorenbarrett (
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchie
Amen brother! We seem to have a penchant for extremes, but then they always yell the loudest. If we do find respite at times in moderation and common sense, it is short lived. Great write my friend!
Thanks Bella for the review and comment it is deeply appreciated.
we shed our deities
to grasp Prometheus' spark
of enlightenment
and awaken from Plato's cave
of benightment
only to then produce warheads
and set fire, to all...
'No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,
Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,
Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,
Have its deaf waves not heard my agony?
Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!'
from Shelley's: 'Prometheus Unbound'
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https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-27073
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yet, whilst we have breath
we endure, my wise friend
and word like yours, pave
our survival's path:
'Like moths, we follow any light, no matter the cost'
'It seems that our soul is a bleeder
No way to stop hemorrhaging, a need for approval from above'
'On tempestuous seas we sail
*Pseudo lighthouses insuring we are lost*
Thank you L.B. your words mean a great deal and I appreciate you taking so much time to ponder these fleeting thoughts of mine.
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