The absence of truth now defines what we are.
A feeble, frightened thing.
Perplexed, as a whole, belonging to the category unknown.
Unified, we stand firmly divided.
Fractured, we stand reluctant to change.
We, as a people, embrace yet
Turn away that floating cloud
That perchance might shower us with a pristine method.
Hideous are they,
Humans.
Of all the possibilities,
The world became this.
So what's better now?
Living,
Or the model for it?
-
Author:
Nicholas Browning (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2018 06:45
- Comment from author about the poem: "It is only human to commit a sin."
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 45
- Users favorite of this poem: poetboy123
Offline)
Comments5
Very, to the point.
I like it! 🙂
Thank you!
Very, to the point.
I like it! 🙂
Good write and so true.
Hey, thanks Finch. Good to hear from you.
We ARE hideous! Very imaginative poem, great writing. Love that image of a floating cloud showering us with the solution to all our woes!
Oh how sweet that would be my friend. Thank you Fred, good to see you.
A cool use of words . Enjoy your work.
Thank you very much sir.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.