Our Disaster

Our Indoctrination,
Everything decided for us,
Beat in time,
Stay in line,
The heart is a clock,
Ticking until the end.

Rebel from this practice,
Predetermined by "stars",
Beat out of time,
Stay out of line,
The heart is not a drum,
It's a chorus.

Inspired by lust,
For our freedom,
Beat with the stick,
Stay with the trick,
The heart is not hope,
Just burning desire.

Our timing's off,
We are running out,
Beat it tonight,
Stay out of sight,
The heart is a home,
To our sins.

All this to say
Without provocation?
Beat our dead,
Stay our tread,
The heart is a coffin,
For our disaster.

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

"Our Indoctrination" - I love the words you used in this poem. It shows the maturity without over-showing it. I like the 'beat' and 'stay' parts, it tells how the story goes from the beginning till end.

From what I've read in here, our disaster would be the common sin we commit in our daily routine. What has been taught and how we've learnt would be the action on how we should apply the education of how we should lead our life. I'm not sure if I'm saying what I'm trying to express here, but anyhow, this poem provokes my mind into a deeper thought on how most of us were(are) trained to lead our life the way others wanted instead of how we needed it to be. And because of that, it has become the disaster(failure) in us.

Hmm... I do not if my words are correct in here. Anyway, all in all, you've captured well the meaning in this poem. A very well written piece.