If wisdom with
A folded hand
To cup my thought
In silence stands
The mirrored pain
From deepest soul
Grows more distant
Hearts now cold.
The tears left
To freeze in eyes
The hungry child
Capitalism blind
The missiles fly
On metal wings
Injury and flame
Death it brings.
Political statements
Immune to pain
The favour rating
Simple, plain
No voice of anguish
No suffered tone
The limbless children
Orphans alone.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
This poem has deep political commentary where greed of capitalism breeds war that leads to world pain. A sad poem all too true. Well done
Many thanks for a much appreciated read
My pleasure Norman
And there are no signs of stopping or getting any better 🙏🏻🕊️
thats true my friend, thanks for read always appreciated
Likewise, friend. You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine write N. You were deep in thought at the bus stop and missed the bus?! lol.
deep in thought but no bus lol
lol.
What a searing indictment, Norman! Capital, warfare, and political ambition operate as systems without nerves...they inflict agony while remaining incapable of feeling it. Meanwhile, actual human beings carry every wound. One heck of a poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind my friend always much appreciated, thanking you
Such true words Norman, those in power have no idea of the damage they are doing to our world.
Andy
yet the people meekly accept it my friend
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