While aversely obliging
decadent demands
of the reigning, endorsed affluent,
an internal voice howls
interposingly loud
and insists I really shouldn’t:
“pitiful, weary worker,
Coerced, uncaringly ordered,
and damned by upper class rules,
will you ever tire
of being a servile martyr,
of acquiescently singing the blues?”
Yet indignantly yielding I remain,
for on the altar of entrenched conformity,
sacrificed, is this entrancing call
of truth and reason, by an ear-piercing,
reticent silence en masse.
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Author:
camillerosecastillo (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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WELCOME CAMILLE ~ Thanks for a very challenging first poem. Love the structure it is replete with rhyme and rhythm and has great energy and flow. The energy suits the topic the "Entrenched conformity" and the "Entrancing call" of Capitalism equally in the USA and UK we are the "pawns" (weary workers) seviley "singing the blues" while the upper classes manipulate the pieces for their own gain ! At the end of the day we have to earn our crust so we keep our heads down and toe the Company line. Trump or Hillary ~ that is a question a choice between a rock and a hard place. The UK had abandoned Europe so we are still up the Creek but we've lost our paddle and are now at the back of Of Mister Obama's queue (line) ! Thanks for sahring ~ made me think. Yours BRIAN
Hello Brian,
Many thanks for your splendid review. Indeed, we are facing very challenging times. Nonetheless, we, as the majority, have more power than we have been craftily mislead to believe that we have. Our natural right to self-government, as sovereign beings, is only a thought away. The crux of our difficulty as an entire race is that far too many are in deep, unshakable slumber.
Cheers,
Camille
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