Typical People Are Ghosts of One Another in a Predatory World

Inspired by The Slits, the royal wedding, political lies and the bloodthirsty media. All wars and political decisions, are point scoring, vote winners and poll swayed. Don't believe any of them.

Everyone prefers people who aren't around any more,

We're all ghosts of one another - advertisements of progress and decline.

Every shadow abundantly reminds us of what could have been,

The horizon and all roads precariously remind us where we could be.

Memories of childhood smell like vultures gathering post funeral,

Wedding rings for funeral fingers the rich don't understand the poorer.

All parties preach revenge warming tombstone veins - truth's just another fiction,

Clouds in star deprived skies dare to dream among stubborn flowers and bees.

Trash cities full of competitive stained-glass eyes and sex-obsessed artificial lives,

Rich towns are suicide towns daydreamers disappear into a clean mess.

Beautiful dreams asleep on dancing trees love increases its death toll,

Bad dreams born into uprooted and wilting family trees. 

Falling in love with anagrams of ourselves withdrawing into what we miss,

Real love cut back like rose bushes, for reality is the dreamers thorn.

Frustration walks on homemade fallen tears like a lost child across ice,

Soldiering on in a predatory world full of paper fortresses and surrender flags.

Author's Note

Also inspired by this Martin Luther King Jr quote: ‎"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"

Reviews

[Helpless]

Falling in love with anagrams of ourselves withdrawing into what we miss,
Real love cut back like rose bushes for reality is the dreamers thorn.
Frustration walks on homemade fallen tears, like a lost child across ice.
Soldiering on in a predatory world full of paper fortresses and surrender flags.



omg... so beautiful. your words touch my soul everytime.

[Gaige]

I like how this solidly defines the death of human innocence to me, but it goes further. To me it tells the tragic tale of people trying to reclaim innocence with soiled hands, and ruining the purity of whatever they touch. Clutching at something pure and white with dirty hands will only leave it marred with the fingerprints of the damned. At least that's what I got from this piece. Good job man. :]

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Inspirational quote..your piece is a rather darker tone..is life really this morose..I suppose its what you see and take from it that counts..powerful read