A tailor-made suit, makes the lie,
filling the world, with empty pride,
replacing substance, for the shell,
there’s no more luck, in wishing well,
a brash badge wearer, is so smug,
as they get to choose who’s in the club,
for they can’t pay unaesthetically,
whilst their pack huddles pathetically,
those famous stars, aren’t your friends,
they only care, if their film opens,
it’s their job to fake, and to read from script,
why not think of loved ones, in crypt,
do not be a moth, to media flame,
you’ll only have yourself to blame,
as opinions are made, and can’t be bought,
not by a school, not by a court,
your life was made, by sire and dam,
with such complaint, what was their plan?
Unready couples, conceive all plights,
whilst the singles, can’t see the heights,
you then pass me by, to see my face,
spewing gutter words, of all disgrace,
a Damien Hirst like installation,
your dose of raw information.
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AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here is a lament from a street prophet of the gutter, the product of such an infuriating system, which is mistakenly prolonged, because of the laziness of habit. The accompanying banner picture, is where I envisage such an orator to both live and perform. I hope that you enjoy the poem, again, again, a million times again, when will it get any better? As always, please do stay everyone.
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There have been voices that have cried out in the past, and we haven't heard. There are voices that cry out in the present, and we do not hear. Somewhere along the way we lost the ability to actually listen, and perhaps, if we had we might be better off. I don't know where to look for consolation these days. Perhaps we all just hold hands and take a leap of faith together.
Thanks for the read Bella, and the infuriating thing is that the voices that constantly have the limelight, which are given such a platform time and time again by sheep of habit, prolong the poison, to keep a warry conversation going. Whereas the voices that are ignored, who are most likely the advocates of peace, are too great a threat to suits, who want to make too much money, thus, control via fear has become the way.
Such a system that we create!
Like you, I also hope that there is some love left to share around, so this leap of faith, is long overdue.
I hope that all is well.
Its so well written
Thanks for the read arial, and for your short and sweet comment.
I hope that all is well.
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