Wrecking Ball
Disguised by an outcropping of history,
laws rewritten to suit utopian fantasies
have left society adrift, without moorings,
shadowless in sunshine.
Decimated by a wrecking ball of greed
crashing through decades of attempted decency,
unhindered by common sense cables and pulleys,
unfazed by morality’s chains and winches.
Scepter of extinction hovering menacingly
proves no deterrent to the madness,
while careless dismissal of the inevitable
leaves victims of drinking though not of thirst.
Erected by the prodigal politics so prevalent,
timed by progress’s erratic metronome,
hidden springs of fate unwinding answers
in an answerless world.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I just write it, I leave it to you guys to explain.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Disenchantment with a society that seems broken this poem uses the metaphor of demolition to illustrate the effects on history on what society now is. Nicely done
This one swings heavy—like history smashing itself against our fragile sense of order.
The imagery hits hard, gritty, and unflinching, with a kind of dark sympathy for the wreckage left behind.
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