The Age of Change

An analogy poem i wrote about puberty and rebellion

 

 

  There is anarchy in the gated city

There are burning homes

   Incinerated teddy bears

Melting girl dolls

 

There is a rebel screaming aloud

As the storm gathers

  The war time cloud

 

"Their throwing pebble stones, hurling bolders into the river!"

The army comes out...

 

The happy boys march down the trail

In their minds they see

    The blood soaked grail

They fire at the helpess free

Gleefully they cleans the city

 

"Red Armbands are killing sowes in the river!"

 

They find the gate opening

Their war begins

They call fourth all willing fighters, young killers

A joyis night of hateful sins

 

This is the day

   The dog locked in the yard dies of mange

Welcome to the Age of Change

The hellish presentation

The sensations of lost

Cry...

   CrY..

       cRY!!....

 

The leaves now fall on the city

The gated palace

They fall into the homes

The horses and people disipate

  Enclosed in the cleansing light

From dawn to night

The rebel war begins