Rough Diamond

Refinement, refinement, know not early, learned to late.

        

Rough Diamond

        Sunrise, the world revolves
        in the calm before the storm,
     stirs of incurring human appraisal
through eyes of monitoring colors;
 A Green Violetear free to fly, who will envy?
     For such who flies far and wide
         dwell within the maintenance of solitude.

               Peering through nightly windows,
         the flashing tail lingers from a comet,
   as small forms kneels- head low in remorse;
            to have seen brutality but stood by watching,
                 to witness wronging but stood by silent,
      they call themselves men, in the midst of men,
             how the word said ring empty and hollow.

                 To live, one must perform for tyranny,
           after death one is urge to give legacy;
    fake smiles- they draws adoration,
 though survives with pointless fears,
         contemplating when truth in time will unveil its wickedness.

Reasons are given to glorified love,
       a heart feign care risk itself eternally,
as the fable story may end to find,
              a harden rock through sand and time,
         can become a diamond character.

Author's Note

So, there are elements of civil injustices- Sunrise, as the world revolves,
in the calm before storms, incurring stirs of human appraisal; is talking about the marches of men and women for freedom to love and be as they are, racial injustice, political corruptions are all linked together in this piece, as the end stanza say, they may appear a certain way in public eyes, but the truth and the ugliness is yet to be discover. My last and willing contribution to the rebels with a worthy cause, you know who you are out there.

Reviews

[Leon R]

You have amazing way with words. What I mean is you use such metaphors that without naming the subject or the problem make it all clear. Don't know if I managed to express what I wanted to say in the best possible way here. Anyway. It's an amazing write, painfully true. Especially liked this part:
"To live, one must perform for tyranny,
after death one is urge to give legacy;"

[Amy Tao]

You write really well.

[Chris]

Voices echo Yuan... every epoch has those that stand when others just sit and watch... don't condemn the fearful for being what they are...rather hope that ANY example will have them become who they hadn't yet dreamed of themselves to be. Good luck on your journies... and with life... if you have the chance come by and pause again between breaths.

Take care,
Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

"To live, one must perform for tyranny,
after death one is urge to give legacy; "
Such strength in your poetry. The above line was my favorite. We are taught competition at a young age. Hard to understand that the legacy of a life is the love and kindness given without reward is the honor of a good life. Thank you for your powerful poetry. Made me think. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[rosemary keogh]

Excellent!

[Aaron M. Anderson]

This is amazing wordplay. I'm a very active student in the area of racial and ethnic injustice. The "men who call themselves men" line resonated with me. I like the tone of realism. Awesome stuff, my friend!