Sorry Mr Schindler, we don’t want your list,
we don’t need to save, we just want to miss,
this machine is core, it’s the only thing we know,
let our life achievement be; a sea where our blood flows,
the cheques are already written, so are the agendas,
we break almost everything, return it all to senders,
our priorities are skewed, we’re so proud to hurt,
we truly are the heirs in spirit, of your hated Goeth,
war is close conversation, it’s good to say hello,
to start recycled talks, of both heaven and below,
fearing the imaginary, enduring all the gore,
is something that we have learned, to all adore,
so, Oskar, stop scratching, at the Ouija board,
for you refute, what we think, is worthy of applause,
as we are born to judge, and we judge the future dead,
the power that we have, is the choice to not share bread.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: October 16th, 2023 12:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Another observational poem, highlighting the dim operation of mankind. Especially with what's happening in Gaza, Russia and Ukraine, and pretty much every morally bankrupt government in the west at the moment. Though the poem is written in an ignorant tone, to portray the collective voice of the unimaginative sheep of our world, this poem eludes to the work that was done by Oskar Schindler, and underneath the proud villainies mentioned in this poem, is a cry for help, especially when it comes to the last line. I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, a billion times again, when will it get any better? And as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Get better? With the leaders of today not demonstrating power for the people, rather power over people, it just doesn't seem possible. One can speak of your rhyme and imagery you used in this, but it's the message that you put forth, that lets this reader appreciate it. Well done!
Thanks for the read Pop64, and for your very kind words.
I totally agree with your above commentary, there is a mass distortion, when it comes to the core smooth running of countries, and it needs to be addressed, but as long as a talking monkey in a suit can make a profit, the wholesomeness of practice, and the baseness of harmony, will always be put in the shade!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
So beautiful poem.Your words have touched my heart.
Thanks for the read LonPoet, and for your short and sweet comment, it's very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
Sharing bread is just within the purview of those who have it Ben.
I make my own bread and will share it with all and have done but that is the way I am and do what I can, I wish all could be like that.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I do appreciate your comment of circumstance.
Though in your second paragraph, I'm glad that you agree with the underlying yearning to do better, that is eluded to in the poem.
To repeat your warming words, I too wish "all could be like that".
I hope that all is well.
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