(The last two verses will have to fit into the details. So please wait until you've read all of the poem before throwing stones through my window.)
A Poet's Lament
When ten thousand poets, pen in hand,
scream outward in anger with their might,
their words flow like blood upon the land
as ten thousand blinded by the light ---
while ten thousand lovers do no right.
With ten thousand muses from above,
each one involved in us finding love,
us losing love, us forsaking love,
poets always seem to feel it worse;
these broken hearts seeping endless verse.
As ten thousand souls, misunderstood,
in relationships they know that would
bruise them, bang them, slam them to the ground,
ten thousand poets will soon be found
explaining pain to the world around.
With ten million single men out there,
ten million single women somewhere,
what would happen if they wisely chose
a good-hearted mate from one of those —
a returned love that they could share?
(Cont.)
2007-10-31
05:27:28
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(Cont.)
Would their words aim towards a broader sight?
Would they express anger at the plight
of oppressed people, of greed’s forced pain,
hypocrisy’s evil and war’s gain,
or nature’s demise — worlds gone insane?
If words are mightier than the sword
can’t personal anguish then afford
to stop itself from being so maimed?
Or does it somehow make them seem sane
that they secretly relish their pain?
2007-10-31
05:29:20 ·
update #1