Where Are The Men?A Poem by Kenneth The PoetWritten during the worst fortnight I've ever experienced.
Where are the men?
The men with the broken macho button The men who wear the emotional shirtsleeves Where are the men who comprehend? Where are the men who understand? Who comprehend the pain Who understand the loss Where are these enlightened souls? Where are the men who carry on with their lives despite the loss of an embryonic life? Where are the men who have rock-solid faith even though they are privy to the occurrence be it multiple times or only once? Where are the men who may boldly question the existence of a loving God, but accept the silence with the stoicism of a marble statue? Where are these men? If I knew, I wouldn’t feel like a lone gunman. The lone gunmen predicted the fall of the Manhattan Gemini at least six months before on a canned television program And I had the nagging suspicion on my side, because my faith in the dogma of empiricism has yet to betray me And the dogma of empiricism has smashed the axiom of common sense multiple times So much for the third time being the charm Who knows if this event really was the third time? Family and friends tell me that I should have hope, but all I know is that Hope is a small town in North Dakota that lost one of it’s own shining stars not so long ago Hope is a fucked-up place like any other in this fucked-up world, and so are all the other towns on the rail route between Casselton and Tolna Again I ask, where are the men? Where are these stoic individuals who don’t speak about their pain, speak about their emotion as being a non-producer? Being a November Zero in other words, but still having the faith to press on like St. Paul during the Roman reign I wish I had their strong convictions I wish I had their steel constitutions I wish I was one of them But I am not. And why not? Because it won’t happen to me © 2011 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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Added on May 31, 2011Last Updated on May 31, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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