Blaspheming The Revolutionaries

No fist flung in the name of power to pierce the air

No march by mild mannered mercenaries of working class mornings

No faith in a change for tomorrow

 

We have become passive,

easily passed by

and paraded over

Pacifists,

petrified to paint

pickets with fighting phrases

 

We have become weak,

neglecting to exercise our voice

Ancestors of warriors

now nursing 

atrophied shout boxes

We can't be bothered to acknowkledge the quiet ringing

a broken down phonebooth crying 

a call to action

 

United we sit,

delighted to be content

Disregarded with our own consent

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I wrote on the notes of my phone It's not done or even completely abandoned, it's lingering for now. Somewhat politically charged, but mainly just some ideas meshed together. Feedback is always welcome. 

 

 

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9inety's picture

This is like a classic

 

of protest poetry where the visual of distrust for the power elite is an essential it is defined by its opposition to control.

 

WE POETS WILL NOT BE SUBJUGATED!

 

Although, it seems ultimately we have less liberty and autonomy.  An idea of essence, which is the purpose of any poetic endeavor implies a contract between writer and reader and it is meant to create something that induces strong feelings, creativity means creating, and that is the lament of the artist will anyone see my work as art.

 

Young poet you are an artist! Keep protesting! Keep reading! Keep writing!

Here read this

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/909598

 

 

Peace

 

Dylan

 


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

InsomniacPoet's picture

Thanks for the encouragement

Thanks for the encouragement Dylan I appreciate it. 

9inety's picture

No problem

you are very welcome indeed!

Peace

Out

Dylan Eliot


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

hurtandlost's picture

i like this!:] keep it up!

i like this!:] keep it up!

punkpoet's picture

APATHY Lack of interest or

APATHY

Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference.

absence of emotion

 

I LIKE IT EVEN IF NOT DONE. WOULD LIKE TO READ IT FINNESHED.