WE WILL NOT CHANGE

Theme of the poem is “Resistance to change” that we see in some institutions, organizations or societies. I wrote the poem for a competition

 WE WILL NOT CHANGE

 

Rocks, harder staple rocks

Silence harder than hermit’s silence

Ears plugged to stop mind’s ears

All sworn to be dead as remaining all

 

Bird sitting near a stupid bird

Dreams that all are same in dreams

One who dreams different become odd one

Out it goes in pain, searching its out

 

Hard rocks as marble hard

Rules of gregariousness rules

One who conforms is loved one

Odd ones count outdated rules odd

 

Need for change becomes outdated need

Pools stagnated, zombies’ pools

Fingers pointed withdrew to join other fingers

Revolutionists slept reading of past revolutionists

 

No medicine to cure a deliberate no

One only sympathizes with dieing one

Join the bevy of idiots to make both ends join

Puppets initiated change’ now real dead puppets

 

World rotates within an ignorant world

Circle vicious after many a circle

Growth, only a dream inside a stunned growth

Thus world rotates to rot thus

Author's Note

Theme of the poem is “Resistance to change” that we see in some institutions, organizations or societies. I wrote the poem for the competition_

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[Ed Hart]

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