DUST

Dust amidst dust
A resting place of sorts
However many kites you flew
You never left the ground
You never heard a sound
Beyond the rage you screamed
Tearing down flags
In revolutionary rags
And changing nothing
Going nowhere
Sat in your armchair
Dust amidst dust

                                By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Great job. This is really good. "Tearing down flags
In revolutionary rags" - great lines.

[Phil Roberts]

Thanks very much, Pete. I appreciate that :)

[Phil Roberts]

Thanks for reading it, Charlie. To be honest, it was as much a dig at myself as anyone else. I have just run out of the energy to carry on the fight, both personally and as an activist, which I can't claim to have been for some time now :) Just one of those glumly reflective moments.

[charlie]

Uh-huh - the armchair warrior comes to mind here. A curmudgeon, even. It's what can happen to some of those who never bother to grow any real roots within their community, their family, or themselves.
And then again, as Ecclesiastes says, it what happens - irrespective... "Stoicism" it is.

Encapsulating write, Phil.