You say...

My latest

My blood is your blood,
Once it has been spilled.
My life is your life,
It’s for you I was killed.
My innocence is yours now,
It’s there for you to cling to
To feed your ignorance
And peace that it brings you.

Your apathy is my apathy
For it was my undoing.
Your cruelty is mine as well,
For you refuse it’s viewing.
Your greed is my greed
For I paid it’s full cost.
Your comfort, I’ll leave you
For mine’s long been lost!

You say it’s a need
When we know that it’s not!
It’s an ill planted seed,
But it’s all they you’ve got!

My fear is your fear
For it’s tied to your will.
My life is your life,
To have your gluttonous fill.
My hope belongs to you,
One more thing you can steal.
My pain is mine alone,
For you don’t think I can feel!

You say it’s god granted,
That it’s mankind’s right.
But that seeds ill-planted,
It’s less true, and more trite!
There is no good reason,
That you can ever give
For unneeded domination,
So you can excessively live!

Your heart is my heart,
For it’s my blood that now feeds it.
Poisoning it’s arteries
And hopefully, will disease it!
Forgive my ill wishes,
But I feel your aggression,
I don’t much like being
Treated as a possession.

You say it’s your choice,
And you will never change.
It’s good that you have a voice
To state your ignorant claims.
Some of our voices,
Get lost in the translation
And they aren’t given
So much consideration!

My tears are your tears
Garnishing your reasoning,
My death is your death,
To bitter the seasoning.
My compassion is yours,
Since you’ve none of your own.
And you have let the seeds
Of ignorance be sewn.

You say it’s a need,
But I say that it’s greed!
You say it’s god given,
I say you won’t be forgiven.

I speak for the voiceless,
The lives we can’t give back!
A steward to the battered!
What do you say to that?

 

(3/8/08)

 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

So many rich and vivid images seep through your words on the page. I don't where to start!

I shall try here. My favorite is this stanza, for it utter truth that blesses it lines.
"My tears are your tears
Garnishing your reasoning,
My death is your death,
To bitter the seasoning.
My compassion is yours,
Since you've none of your own.
And you have let the seeds
Of ignorance be sewn."

I find there honor is speaking for the voiceless, that end this piece with. So many of us are left unheard in the end of our days, for we lack the courage to rise up and stand strong.
I bow down to your essence of nobility in this. For through your words we all can make our voices heard.

Wonderful words!
Infinity's Shadow

[ganymeder]

Wow.

Wow.

I don't know what else to say. Very powerful! Great job!

[None]

This is intense and very well written. Strong emotions fitting to content....
"Your heart is my heart,
For it's my blood that now feeds it.
Poisoning it's arteries
And hopefully, will disease it! "
You did such a wonderful job expressing and displaying such feelings. Excellent!

[Ashes]

Damn this is powerful! I almost cried when I heard you read it, and that's a great thing when a piece of poetry can provoke such emotion. You paint such vivid imagery, and as I said before it's very powerful.