Inertia, the world blowing past
While staying firm in one’s tracks.
Your stomach squirms and squeams,
And your head spins with no ease.
There’s something troubling with fighting the current.
It’s easier to go with the culture, not a deterrent,
But as a drone of a religion,
For nothing seems wrong in your opinion.
If the float is pure mindless,
Then there is no purpose.
You’ll drown, you’ll die.
Not even caring to sigh.
And when one swims with the stream,
The power surges, strong, and serene.
Few things are stronger than mob mentality,
And no way in heaven will that be passivity.
Fight to the end, at least you believed.
Only God knows, you might rest in peace.
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Spencer Wilhelm (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From Airport Anthology I by Spencer Wilhelm. I had to rewrite this myriad times, I think I like this one the best.\r\n\r\nLet me know your thoughts as I pursue Truth, Beauty, and Goodness through Poetry
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Hearing this poem my interpretation is how easy it is to go along with the religion one is brought up in. I identify with this and it took me years to drop away from family and friends in my religious views. Drones we are indeed. Mob mentality indeed even to this day I fight to keep my tongue with others. A lovely write and a fave
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