Humanity

Pale dawn is streaming into the gloomy room
The walls seem even grayer now
Forlorn fragments of color peel from them
Building chaotic shapes along the panels

Years of decay tell a never ending story
Of loss and steadily growing dismay
Fighting the sunshine on brighter days
Kept outside by slowly rotting shutters

And while the world is still bravely turning
Time gave up on this hidden place
Offering it to the savage nature around
Waiting to capture its last remains

To remind the urban generation of its roots
Slaves to the ghosts they've summoned
Always looking ahead with eyes wide open
Missing the nature of their own kind

Living between white sheets and cold tiles
Sterility surrounding stillborn hearts
Hostile is what's against their relentless rules
Time won't be a savior anymore

Only acquisition is on their deadened minds
Never looking back on what they've done
Accepting even deaths in their restless wake
To succeed over their inherent vice

Reviews

[37mm]

I love your visual imagery. your display of our society, for me, is as close to the truth as it gets. I don't mean, though, that everyone of us acts braindead and focussed on profit, merciless and cold. But I think that a great part of the political and economic people are acting in a way like you described it. this is an excellent sociopolitical piece and a critical display of what our world has become. I just hope we get the chance to turn things around, before it's too late. :/ thanks for sharing this.

[Nik]

This reads almost like a screenplay setting the scene, well written.

[fireblossom]

Here's another example of profundity in poetry. The oracle reflecting truth. The backdrop is scriptural in scope. This poem links us to the deflection of man begun in the Garden. Very refreshing.

:-)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I have got to say you give a brilliant description of just how far down our society has become... everything is robotic anymore leaving no feeling... Extremely well written

[deadlife]

. . Years of decay telling a never ending story..of loss and steadily growing dismay..
Time won't be a saviour anymore..
These lines said it all.
The story of the deaf and the dumb.. And the dead. You said it right.
However..these lines..
Only acquisition is on their deadened minds.. Never looking back on what they've done.. These lines commanded over. . However i'm afraid..Who are 'they'?
Your voice in this poem is loud and clear..indeed. But i just couldn't understand why we don't accept ourselves as a part of this all. We ourselves are responsible. 'they' are nothing but what we are. I am responsible, you are responsible. They are our mirror. We are their form. You've done an excellent job in this write.. I hope you as a person.. being one of them.. will do more things for humanity.
Love. Laugh. Live.
Peace
~
rupam

[Orlando Murcia]

Probably one of the most
interesting writes I have ever
read in this site

And what I mean by interesting is
that I loved this piece a lot

It captivated me and I really enjoyed readingthis

Excellent job!

Orlando Murcia