World Seeing Blind

Yep.

Unfathomable vast arrays
Reality’s artful veneer
All my eyes have seen 

Never have they seen love
Genuine and true
In every way as solid
As me or you 

My eyes filled they are by 
Hearts weighed down 
Measured and cut 
Sizes too small
Filled by poisons foul 
All encompassing ooze of decay
   
My eyes red tears they drop
Upon our land we cut and chop
Divvied out from hand to hand to starving mouth
Our metal cruelty cutting children from parents
To orphans turned 
To families burned 
To nations churning
Gleaming missiles long

My eyes blinded they were 
By blood bought peace
Apathetic comforts 
A foggy haze of baffled ignorance
Vague ill-thought isolated 
Semblances of security
Illusions bought and sold 
Souls lost at what cost?
   

At what cost? 




 
 


 

Author's Note

Feedback? Constructive criticism preferred.

Reviews

[FuMiko]

Though the imagery was great, I felt that it was almost dragging on, longer than it needed to be.
In simplicity, there is beauty.
The end was powerful, but I felt the beginning was almost weak. As if in growing intensity.
It felt as if you didn't actually have an idea when you started, but simply wrote. Of course, that's hardly a bad thing, eventually you find your point and you stick to it.
I'm sure it may only be my opinion, but shorter poems tend to be far more powerful than longer ones.
Not to say that this a bad piece, I rather liked it-- though you /did/ ask for constructive criticism.

[TheGenius]

Amazing form and syntax! This definitely inspired some deep, profound thought.