Two-Thousand-7-Teen

Instead of shaking my head, biting my lip or waving my fist at this crazy thing we call humanity, I’ve chosen to quietly write a poem. My intention isn’t to offend, but if it does, please contemplate this question: Isn’t it better to express one’s disillusion creatively than…?

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Two-Thousand-7-Teen – – – – – – –

Angel hearts once made of gold

have turned to green, allergic mold

Acts of selfless charity

have turned to selfish memes of “me”

More and more the trumpet plays

More and more Lord Visa pays

Buying “bliss” at Jezebar

where clients hiss and “students” star

Will false idols lose their praise?

arousing cattle from their graze

Seers will boast, “most certainly”

and if they’re wrong, please don’t yell at me

 

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Author: QuietBlogster

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7 thoughts on “Two-Thousand-7-Teen”

  1. Ah, we live in a world to ready made, ready sold, consumerism ! Still, behind the smoke screen of easy glitter, glamour sold, value is twinkling, good people are not giving up, stories of deep meaning are told, hearts are beating, eyes stars are searching…..So I won’t yell, my dear friend. You’re right and so am I. I count on your artful , word-ful heartbeats to keep the light alive.

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