Submiss

Submiss

A Poem by Sarah Buchanan
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I wrote this one awhile back when I was looking at the world and contemplating.

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Do you see what I see?

I see the world
As it falls apart around me
With it's sublime fake people
And their wonderful selfishness

Where did we go wrong
Why did we submiss
We celebrate the miraculous failure
Of the world
We submit to our demise

I see the land
As it falls to pieces
By the armored tanks
And splendid factories
That tear through it.

Where did we go wrong
Why did we submiss
We celebrate the miraculous failure
Of the land
We submit to our demise.

I see the man
As he stands tall smirking
Bringing us to a glorious failure
World destruction at his fingertips
And he hits the switch

Where did we go wrong
Why did we submiss
We celebrate the miraculous failure
Of the man
We submit to our demise

We submiss
We submit (repeat x)

Don't submiss
Don't submit (repeat x)

Where did they go wrong
Why should they submiss
They do not celebrate the miraculous failure
Of the world
Of the land or
Of the man
They do not submit to their demise
We do not submit to our demise.

© 2010 Sarah Buchanan


Author's Note

Sarah Buchanan
Not sure how I feel about this one, I was definitely feeling sarcastic the day I wrote it.

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My preference is to limit questions in poetry, and I am in the minority (so don't take me too seriously).

The language is conversational, which is suitable for song lyrics. Song lyrics are tricky because some are clearly subordinate to the music of the instrument, and in other cases they are superior. In other words, it is difficult to review without the entire song.

Thanks for posting!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Sarah Buchanan
Sarah Buchanan

Dublin, VA



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