From ramparts of present day insanity
rain down pauses
of madness bringing melancholy,
of insomnia bringing no relief,
of headache from examining
the opponent’s mind’s eye
which proves to be none so blind as.
Faith rides away wearing worn silver slippers,
truth rides in as merely a roadside attraction,
both clutching faded memories and choking down tears.
hoping for ambivalence, instead getting malevolence.
Scent of fire all across the ether,
muffled by the weight of stone mindbars
concealing darkness rising.
Little plastic men walking naked,
tethered to slanted, stripped truth,
Pretending to be masters of their fates
while ignoring the chalk outlines of reason and logic.
False troubadours never quit singing,
stuttering in their background voice
“what begins as utopia ends in tyranny"
really only pretending to acknowledge it.
Till, when in the middle of their songs,
clattering of drums of calamity
can no longer be ignored.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just continuing my wandering through the human condition. Sorry if it is bleak; that what I see.
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Comments3
People are blind and deaf, lazy and self serving they do not think and only multiply. A sad commentary on a species that has taken over the world like a virus. Nicely written
A definite fave! Powerful 🙏🏻🕊️
This hit hard, my friend. There is anger here, but also grief…especially in the way certainty, truth, and reason all feel increasingly hollowed out by what people choose to believe. Dark, unsettling, and very effective. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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