Electively Dead

Electively Dead

A Poem by Lucas Grasha

The peace quells from riots eager to begin.

It seems this silence so loud will be starting again.

We are not far from the ones we have scorned.

This crown of gold has now turned to thorns.

We wear not halos, but partisan horns.

Blacked out eyes and no poetry born.

This heart on a platter is nothing we own.

We want not perfection, we just watch it corrode.

If hate isn’t something then we’ve made it just that.

No plans are drawn out to keep us intact.

We have not simplicity but ignorant bigotry.

No quantum mechanics, no religious symmetry.

We have nothing but claim that we do.

Just like pundits on TV, through and through.

Thick-headed giants of latent cognition;

Cowardly bottom-feeders craving recognition.

These souls are welled up in a single center.

This capital of knowledge should’ve been used for the better.

But it has been acknowledged a few times before;

Only when the soles of our shoes have gone past worn.

These eyes that we see through are not only two;

Rather a river trying to flow anew.

But if the entry ways are always blocked,

bogged up like bombed city streets in Iraq,

then the energy doesn't flow as I supposed.

Then it goes bye as if no one knows.

And how does entertainment fill cultural gaps,

when people are more worried about trade and cap?

You're not supposed to live like this, it doesn’t feel right.

People are blindly being led away from the light.

See what these fakes and these crazies are.

See that they’re completely untouchable stars.

Farther away from the truth and what dies.

But falsehoods get closer the more that you lie.

And I don’t care about wrong and the right.

Because when you view a situation, fix your sight.

You can’t force activism, but damn it, I can try.

I give more hope than what the famous provide.

Don’t listen to these fakes if they bring up spirituality.

They have no clue about that nor their own reality.

So turn the TV off, and open your mind.

I don’t want to see anyone else get paralyzed.

© 2011 Lucas Grasha


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wow, this is really cool. I don't really know what to say other than I wish I could write like this! :D

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Lucas Grasha
Lucas Grasha

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