Faceless heroes discarding bullets like tear drops
Where is the sanity?
To kill is to win,
A sad story passed down through generations
And worshiping the land that they fight on.
But without this contradiction there would be unity
The deathly dream of happiness
A cluster of memories from a long lost childhood…
You would not want this joy,
This relief, this comfort
Because everyone knows that good only comes from power
The power over a mass of living beings
Breathing, eating, sleeping, begging
And not even the miracle man who rose from the dead can save us now
‘Cept for the few who linger at his footsteps
Cherishing the very air he breathes
The rest will have to wait for further guidance from the kings of life
Our empty hollow eyes fixed on a flag
Red for blood, blue for bruises, and white for nothingness
Muttering the words we were taught as a child
No longer thinking
No longer choosing
No longer seeing the truth behind the lies.
© Susan Peevy
© Susan Peevy
Golden line for me at least:
ReplyDelete"Red for blood, blue for bruises, and white for nothingness"
You sound disenchanted with nationalism/country/historical oppression. Am I right, or is this all a put-on for the sake of a good, hard poem?
Not sure this is on topic or not, but since I left a Juan Enriquez video on one of Mercedes' posts, here are some thoughts from Mr. Enriquez for you too. (JE is a scientist, entrepreneur, author...interesting dude.) Here are his thoughts about what happens to countries:
http://poptech.org/popcasts/juan_enriquez__poptech_2006
You're completely right. :) I usually don't write a poem unless I feel strongly about the topic.
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