By such sordid deeds, our decaying pride flies,
when it comes to aiming, the wrong person always dies,
the others that continue, re-write such a script,
we proud kings and queens, who will fester in the crypt,
let trifles play out; release a groundhog; slam the door,
our sense of ceremony’s, more important than the floor,
by choice our ships are anchored, we refuse to move,
as twisted set traditions, comprises our main groove,
the rhythm of our march, is clearly not to tempo,
as some think that a poppy, can stop a yearnful demo,
when we say unite; we in truth, build the walls,
with bridges we have broken, to the sound of applause,
such a charming righteous way, I’m sure you’ll all agree,
re-choosing to be ignorant, we make our agony,
with such aired convolution, it’s hard to pick a side,
but five thousand kids in rubble, surely tell no lies,
with such sorrows unfolding, I have to live in hope,
if I listen to my gremlins, I’ll make a slippery slope,
I’ll dwell in cage; if I succeed; where Guy had failed,
Messiah’s ghost, plays in ash, after they are nailed,
so, in the wood of sycophants, I’ll etch this little note,
the contents of which; I think, mankind should promote,
instead of writing price tags, and killing all you own,
make a concentrated effort to mend the place, you call home!
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- Comment from author about the poem: The more and more I try to ignore such a sordid situation, the more attentive I become. Hence, I give you yet again "another one of these" that pokes rightful judgement towards our kind. I know what you might be thinking, in reading back to my previous post about an odd sock, on face value, this poem would seem to be a U-turn, (something I don't want to get used to doing, as I consider myself to be a "goodish person", and not a questionable "I like to take" politician, or a simonist "I like to touch" priest!) I just felt in my heart, that I had to let this pour out on MSWord, and then eventually share it to you. The accompanying banner picture, that I have chosen to be included in this post, I envisage to be me, walking away after etching such a plea on the aforementioned crooked bench, of which, with a hopeful but foolish heart, could be both read, and put in to motion, to make an actual brighter tomorrow. I hope that you enjoy this poem, let's all earn our smiles, by doing better things, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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True words Dan, if only people could learn to do good individually the world would become a much better place.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and bless you, it's Ben not Dan, but we all have our typos.
I will stick to what I've said for such a long time, and your above comment concurs with it:
"The most dangerous of hypocrisies, is for humanity to wish for a change for the better, but in their core operation, refusing to alter the ways in which it does things!"
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
Sorry about that Ben, confusion reigns sometimes.
Andy
Bless you Andy, and there is a lot of confusion about these days.
I hope that all is well.
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