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It's hard to have faith,
In anything these days,
Watching corrupt governments,
Destroy the old ways;
Knowing brave men and women,
Give their lives for a cause,
Without knowing that their fighting,
Yet more meaningless wars;
A country targets its own,
Attacks a civilian site,
When the oil in the Midddle East,
Is their real reason to fight.
A revolutionary speaks out,
Against discrimination,
Only to be imprisoned,
As a threat to the nation.
Power is stolen,
From the people and land;
Tell me, what's the value,
Of the common man?
The cost of living rises,
Beyond an average person's means,
And children are worked to death,
To make your designer jeans.
People are starving,
Closer than you think;
Somewhere, a child dies of sickness,
Everytime you blink.
On every few street corners,
A homeless person sleeps,
And, abused in her own home,
A beaten wife weeps.
A woman dies of cancer,
In a hospital ward,
For want of a drug,
That her family can't afford.
A disabled man is trapped,
Confined to his own home,
Countless teens can't find one reason,
To keep going on alone.
A gay man won't go out at night,
These days he lives in fear;
The last time he did,
He was jumped for being "queer".
A single mother struggles to balance,
Her children and her work,
And magazines pressure women,
To lose each physical quirk.
Convicts wander the streets,
Let out on parole,
And gangs haunt after dark,
Completely beyond control.
A student is writing,
Somewhere close to home,
Some say a conspiracy,
Some would say a poem.
She dosen't care how the interpret,
But hopes to change these way,
Beacuse she can't have faith,
In anything these days.
In anything these days,
Watching corrupt governments,
Destroy the old ways;
Knowing brave men and women,
Give their lives for a cause,
Without knowing that their fighting,
Yet more meaningless wars;
A country targets its own,
Attacks a civilian site,
When the oil in the Midddle East,
Is their real reason to fight.
A revolutionary speaks out,
Against discrimination,
Only to be imprisoned,
As a threat to the nation.
Power is stolen,
From the people and land;
Tell me, what's the value,
Of the common man?
The cost of living rises,
Beyond an average person's means,
And children are worked to death,
To make your designer jeans.
People are starving,
Closer than you think;
Somewhere, a child dies of sickness,
Everytime you blink.
On every few street corners,
A homeless person sleeps,
And, abused in her own home,
A beaten wife weeps.
A woman dies of cancer,
In a hospital ward,
For want of a drug,
That her family can't afford.
A disabled man is trapped,
Confined to his own home,
Countless teens can't find one reason,
To keep going on alone.
A gay man won't go out at night,
These days he lives in fear;
The last time he did,
He was jumped for being "queer".
A single mother struggles to balance,
Her children and her work,
And magazines pressure women,
To lose each physical quirk.
Convicts wander the streets,
Let out on parole,
And gangs haunt after dark,
Completely beyond control.
A student is writing,
Somewhere close to home,
Some say a conspiracy,
Some would say a poem.
She dosen't care how the interpret,
But hopes to change these way,
Beacuse she can't have faith,
In anything these days.
Literature
Head and Heart
My heart is cold but feet are hot to trot
The mold around my legs cracks and falls like
Eggshells, I crush them with a step.
One foot first, the way it always goes,
Now the trick, the shift of weight,
Shift, weight, shift, weight, shift, weight
Wait
There are no longer windows in this place
Walled up with brick, mortar, think, quick!
Too late, momentum gaining, knees-calves straining
My opened hand outstretched, I push through
Tear through
Rip through the wall that divides length from width and time from space
My heart is ice, my feet are keeping pace.
This was a place designed for transit
Made for communication, screaming to
Reach out and
Literature
Logic of the Heart
It's not easy, looking at a situation in a logical sense.
You're left on the outside, watching from a distance
Listening to the whispers of regret
Trying your hardest to just forget, but
Emotions are omnipotent, they fuck with your reason.
They cause your mind to commit unlawful treason,
Upon yourself.
Take the opportunity to dissect your decision:;
It was an easy answer at the time
But doubt is a rough bullet to chew.
A choice is but a momentary instance,
The aftermath is what lasts a life time.
So you take that split second and record it,
Perpetually playing it and pressing rewind.
It's a goddamn war inside of your head,
Games of the mind
Literature
Valliant Heart
silly heart
why are you still fighting?
the battle is over
and no one won.
yet you shine bright
but the darkness is still
your strength unwavered.
no, you are not weak
you did not fail...
it was not yours from the start
it is time to stop
relax
it is over.
valliant heart.
rest now in the darkness
for it does not move
they do not move
you are the only thing still fighting
it is now time to heal.
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I wrote this in Environmental Studies. It's a far throw from the poem I wrote this time last year, [link](Innocence); Hard to believe that little kid grew up to be this cynic, huh?
I don't know why I wrote this; maybe because I'm in one of those depressive moods, or just because I'm more alert to the suffering occuring in the world than normal.
I don't know why I wrote this; maybe because I'm in one of those depressive moods, or just because I'm more alert to the suffering occuring in the world than normal.
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Beautiful poem! I love the rhythm, it's very fast paced. And the rhyming makes it flow off the tongue nicely! The theme is very relevant to world issues that everyone can really relate to, I know I was able to see myself in this poem! You truly have a way with words! I do see a couple of spelling typos but those are easily fixed.