Ignorant minds

A Poem by Pól

The crack of wood against bone

jarring the senses

blood gushing to the head

boiling, the steam rises

in a frenzied mist;

rage, pain, suffering abounds.

Here, in this foreign place

subjected to a scorching venom

of a scorched land

brown barren hues stretch to the distance.

Prejudice, pure and evil

seeds as poison weeds

seeking comfort

in the minds of the ignorant, in the hands of the idle

that rip dignity from its lofty perch

joyfully joining the villanous affray

ignoring their shame

their hands, grubby

grabbing and tearing

innocent skin bleeds to their touch

their souls tainted

with an indelible stain

the stigma of cowardly deeds.

© 2013 Pól

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Frieda P

This is a raw and powerful read, I love the way you describe ignorance, every line is spot on but, my favorite line is...

'in the minds of the ignorant, in the hands of the idle
that rip dignity from its lofty perch'

that one rips into the lifeforce of this read...thank you for sharing this with me.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank u so much Frieda for ur overly kind words which, even though undeserved, are much appreciated

11 Years Ago

You're quite welcome, I love when someone's words knocks me over to makes me feel something, you are.. read more

Circe

when you expose this ignorance it really has quite an effect on the people who go through these kinds of experiences.. I know it too well and it just.. hurts.. but thank you for putting it so eloquently :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

How could anyone be mean to you?

not here

Ouch! I felt that.
I think your poem achieves, paulo. It inspires in the reader an unavoidable sensation of the pain too often associated with ignorance. Xenophobia, sexism, racism, religious intolerance, a mob against one... I don't know if you meant it that way, but I can see it all in "Ignorant Minds"
A big piece.
Thanks for sharing.