rocket shoots up a spike driven in the sky
Painful grin I aint laughing though
folks riding explosions
coughing clouds
sitting on the shore of the stars
looking neither
in deep nor out far
grand words for stupid history
above sickness and starvation
bodies in the water
dying birds
and little corpses left in alleys
we cannot look beneath the surface
and see the shallows over reality
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"we cannot look beneath the surface
and see the shallows over reality"
it seems that is the curse of our race...excellent poem!
Thanks Gulnaz! That's an issue I worry a lot about. Thanks for your kind comments!
It is the comparrisons between the colidascope of trivia on tv and the terrible events we often watch insulated by the fact that it doesen't seem real like the other stuff on tv
Hi Sue! The terrible and the superficial are both trivialized by being on the TV. Even worse is that they become equal in a way that is without any thought. All life seems contaminated by a mindless superficiality that seems frightening to me. I'm afraid that this poem might come across as "preachy" because of my strong aversion to these things. I hope not!
Am having trouble posting my posts every time I do one an instant comment appears before the post has even appeared properly on the blog, spose thats why you did the ghdrfd!!! thing but I'm frightened it will put passer bys from posting its sooo anoying
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