This is a four writer collaboration of Bubo, Natalie C, Gray H and myself Robert Luna. This is a product of all of our creative and collective minds. We hope you enjoy.
A hopeless face in a faceless crowd
Struggling to shake dust of a dictator’s lust
Salvation spins as new powers grasp
Bony hands shoved deep down into empty pockets
Eyes peer to crimson stained ground and war torn lands
Absorbed by the hurt of his grief stricken world
Thunder clouds gather of loss mixed with anger
Rain descends from unlistening heavens above
An unquenched thirst of hope still remains
Whilst destiny’s kingdom harvests yet another tear
Broken buildings house cracked mirror love
'I'm nothing if I don't bind the blood'
Nearly broken willed fist aimed at a flag, raised high
No-one can take away the pride of a nation still alive
Yet despair hangs like dead branches on a politicians tree
Buds of hope long ago lost amid treachery
Hungrily questing for understanding and peace
Whilst salvaging another empty plate, hoping it’s not too late
Knives come out, twisting, no longer cutting into food
but softness of young flesh sliced, diced and left to dry,
Jackals gather for a feast, gnawing on meatless bones
Scattered underneath a forsaken throne
Lives of the masses become desolate and alone
Waiting forever for new seeds to be sown
This is a four writer collaboration of Bubo, Natalie C, Gray H and myself Robert Luna. This is a product of all of our creative and collective minds. We hope you enjoy.
My Review
Would you like to review this Poem? Login | Register
This was awesome! Did you JUST post the three poems that I probably want most in my anthology? What a pain! I have to go through and recite all the poetry and see if it gets reposted and where. What a nightmare!
At least, there will be some good reading, and this poem helped greatly to inspire me to do the work again. I knew what I was doing all along. I was promoting great work like this!
Seems i missed this .. love it .. says it all.. the masses are waiting for new seeds to be sown .. i know i am ..you guys wrote this so very well!
Great poem..
This made me think of 1984 and then of Soviet Russia and East Germany, Hungary, and then various bits of Africa...and then Blade Runner...and then the recent stories about how we British are now among if not the most spied on people on earth, which makes me totally sick. Sadly the poem is probably how it is for millions now. But I keep thinking of Soviet Russia and how horrible it must have been then when you could end up in a gulag for nothing. But then our very own political correctness has some sinister features to it. I started off reading it as a joint effort but ended up forgetting about that as it reads seamlessly. When I went back to see if I could work out who did what my only hunch is that line 4 sounds like Bubo, as does line 4 of the final verse. Fascinating stuff and powerful!
For some reason I can't get the link in the new piece since the downfall of all our work!
Not sure why??
I agree with Gary.............I have read and read and can't piece what I wrote at all, it all blends
very well...............very proud to have worked with such fab writers and you, rock star!
I've reviewed this since we all wrote our parts some time ago now and reading through I find I am unable to piece who wrote which part and how we fitted everything together. To me this is almost like reading a new work and for that reason I have to say all the writers were very eloquent and able to express themselves never once showing any discontent in the direction the poem was taking. The title incidentally came last so we were not working with any template for an idea - I have to admit I lost the first title.....
Thanks everyone for the teamwork. Was wonderful to be part of such an innovative exercise.
This was awesome! Did you JUST post the three poems that I probably want most in my anthology? What a pain! I have to go through and recite all the poetry and see if it gets reposted and where. What a nightmare!
At least, there will be some good reading, and this poem helped greatly to inspire me to do the work again. I knew what I was doing all along. I was promoting great work like this!
My name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..