A guy called Jim, passed me a mug,
and called it remedy,
such poisoned pride, makes man a thug,
thus, put an end to me,
via such submission,
one by one they fell,
no spirit in remission,
just lost souls for hell,
then I looked down, the corpses piled,
the garden was a mess,
to which for him, I was reviled,
my thoughts began to press,
my tomb’s not in Jonestown,
I’ll choose where I’ll lay,
to make my name; somewhat renowned,
hence, he was in my way,
but no murder, did I commit,
for mirror image stains,
as in mind, I won’t permit,
any growing pains, so;
instead of death cocktail,
I replaced it with some wine,
to toast my deed; to not be frail,
where my choice will shine.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This next one is a big wake up call to the multitude, who easily choose to be unimaginative sheep, and cling onto popular opinions, and so foolishly call them their own. Thus, I write this poem, that tells the story of one person, who went against the grain, and survived. (N.B. this poem may depict a story, that is fictitious, and may spout out a secular pride, but the message is very real!) The basis of this poem, is the tragic mass suicide pact, instigated by the cult leader Jim Jones in Guyana. A tiny part of me can sympathise, with a thought of "humanity being the cause of most problems, thus an end to them, would remove the source!" However, a much bigger part of me, says "what about a choice to enjoy life, and if the case maybe, what about a collective effort to change things for the better, instead of running away from such responsibility!" The reason why that such a "norm", the structure of humanity's operation, is so infuriatingly stupid, is because it has been so clumsily and dangerously designed by the overwhelming numbers that subscribe to such poor-spirited popularisms, that only lead to darken any hope for a brighter tomorrow. Thus, "cultures" have turned into "sour morbid caricatures and stereotypes", that offensively and barbarically act as clear identifiers of who's who on the planet. I chose the catastrophe of Jim Jones, as an example, as to me, in this story, he represents all the deathly popularisms in the world, and those nine hundred and eighteen people, who so easily dropped on the lawn, after a final drink, represent the maliciously, facile and erroneous encouragement by the masses, that as a result, leaves our species in general, braindead, with no will to change anything for the better. This means you can fall into two categories of opinion: 1. That humanity is what is it, an immoral brute force, that is easily manipulated to create calamities, and needs to be stopped, or 2. That humanity only chooses to be such, and needs to wake up, in order to be the better beings that itself and the planet needs. I am not so naive to think, that all badness can be gotten rid of, but when it comes to the ways in which things are governed both nationally and individually, certain parameters of such a nonsensical savage norm, need to be both questioned and then altered, to befit a better life. The banner picture of the field of flowers, both represents the lives lost on such a horrendous day, but also, could act an image of tending, a place full of flowers that was nourished by beings that are concentrating so hard to rectify such damaging wrongs. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please, please, please, do stay safe everyone.
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I had to read this aloud. Your point carried beautifully in rhymed verse, outstanding. It puts me in mind of Plato's "Myth of the cave", how people can blindly follow, when they know no better. What pains me to see is a generation of parents, vying to keep their children ignorant of the truths of life, it is a breeding ground for ignorance, and ignorance is a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. Fantastic write my friend!!
Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem and for your extremely kind comments of praise, they are very much appreciated.
After reading your lovely words, like you, when I read it aloud, I thought "this is one to recite for sure!"
I have yet to read Plato's "Myth of the Cave", but with such an indirect recommendation from your good self, I have to, to see the parallels.
I wholeheartedly agree, on your stance on such horrifying ignorance being the reign of the day. Such a plain dangerous operation, that has been so easily adopted, generation to generation, has been deemed correct by the concept of popularism, but the results clearly show, that such a way of doing things, is the zenith of incorrectness, and has lead to our entire species to become disheveled in it's practice.
Again, like a broken record, when will it get any better!!?
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
My dear friend, your words are always insightful. It is such a pleasure to commune with a kindred spirit. Take care!
Likewise Bella, bless you as always, and I will try too.
You do the same.
The person who walks against the throng of people is often the wisest of them all.
I will quite happily share a glass of wine with you Ben. Cheers!
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and such a great quote you've written above, members of the merry mob waving their torches with erroneous pride are seldom, if not at any time correct in their actions.
In terms of the sharing of wine, I would happily share a bottle with you, not a glass good sir!
Cheers right back to you, and I hope that all is well.
It's terrible when something gets into our minds like this.
Meanwhile - will ya follow, Oh I dunno, Fred or Bill, or Joe Bloggs instead?! heehee.
Thanks for the read orchidee, and I'm glad that you agree with the terrible state of things.
In terms of me being a "sheep" I'll try to stick to my own guns, but I think the above names may be good for someone else. Hahaha!
Alas, in living in such a world, where core systems and certain legislations are easily questionable, it would seem that the only person you can trust is yourself, thus, when it comes to the crunch, our individual initiatives, will become the laws that we should obey.
I hope that all is well.
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