Tears on the SerengetiTears on the Serengeti3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the freedom to roam
the birth of a newborn cub
weeping for the slain
masai mara's endless plains
life here is pleasant, serene
freedom and joy, protected
our brethren are hunted
why do they keep shooting?
the wind whispers their secrets
the killings are uncovered
why is there not an accounting?
they vanish, one by one
who is watching?
who is aware of this genocide?
and yet life on the serengeti thrives
shall we shut our eyes?
shall we pretend not to hear, to know?
we weep for you, our brothers and sisters
our hearts our heavy, our spirits crushed
we will wait
we will wait and we will remember
the time for relief, is it not near, my brethren?
there is a word, a word that we cannot b
DeceptionA flagDeception1 day ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A romanticized rag
A trinket held dear
And a book once thought queer
Or a season
A sword for the kingdom
Or for the lord of the flies
A parasitic infection
Corruption of the air
An eruption of evil
Or a flower so fair
A coin of great value
Or a metal once in the ground
A single thought repressed
Or a million drowned
A new king is crowned
Deceiver of masses
No different than the last
But seemingly sweet to the classes
A revolution could be good
But in the end what has changed
When the leaders have been replaced
Won’t the same evils be exchanged?
Giant EraserFor colossal mistakesGiant Eraser2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
By colossal mistakes
For colossal people
To smudge another piece of paper
Exquisetly SubliminalExquisetly subliminal in all accounts so far,Exquisetly Subliminal3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
sifting through your minds, unwinding; leaving them ajar.
Protests against the thoughtful thefts can surely be expected,
though fools may well believe in will, and that they are protected.
Lies in time, brisk and divine fed swiftly to the masses,
pitting man amongst themselves, shifting into classes.
The daily doses leave the brain deranged, distraught, and dying.
Drowning in complacency, contented in their lying.
As time will tell we'll let you know the purpose of your thinking,
that all your cogs are churned and turned by poisons you've been drinking.
Incessantly resilient against the tidal wave,
and written off as lunatics for all they shout and rave.
Your saviors words shall go unheard, unable to protect you.
So just give in and let us win. It's our time to direct you.