Strange... I wrote this like 10-years ago.
Who would have ever thought it was an allegory for a dire need for social change, as well as carrying Marxist/Socialist Ideology:
With a growing infestation of pride, of vanity under every crack, under every crevice
Roaches that pile and layer to a stifling cluster
They over-run, over-flow amongst each other, like a constant surge of rats, of raw sewage, to the point of suffocation
Having such a cultivating rise of negligence in a world, while our daily distrust of others allow our bonds to be even less cohesive
Oh, but to set aside our prized personal securities that drape over the mind's eye,
Like paper in the wind,
Would prove to be a torturous task for most
All of which, a dog's chew toy, a child's play thing, all a needless consumption of space which can be easily doused in flames, set ablaze to be liberated into a billow of black smoke
Which now gives us the time to awaken and join hands as we realize the competition for "pick-of-the-litter" is transparent as any alpha male around us.
We should all welcome that sweet opportunity for correction
For revision
Embrace and look towards the sky to see that foreboding bright yellow light
Bright yellow lights with mushroom heads and thunderous footsteps declaring their imminent, generous arrival.
One by one
Every town and every nation
Every boy and every girl
Every rape and every lie
Eliminated without discrimination
Even if the costs are mine to bear would be fine if it means that we get to start.
Fresh.
http://www.postpoems.com/authors/techpoet/portfolio/
Who would have ever thought it was an allegory for a dire need for social change, as well as carrying Marxist/Socialist Ideology:
Bright Yellow Lights
We go on in the summer heat, breathing life to a world festering with little to no resolveWith a growing infestation of pride, of vanity under every crack, under every crevice
Roaches that pile and layer to a stifling cluster
They over-run, over-flow amongst each other, like a constant surge of rats, of raw sewage, to the point of suffocation
Having such a cultivating rise of negligence in a world, while our daily distrust of others allow our bonds to be even less cohesive
Oh, but to set aside our prized personal securities that drape over the mind's eye,
Like paper in the wind,
Would prove to be a torturous task for most
All of which, a dog's chew toy, a child's play thing, all a needless consumption of space which can be easily doused in flames, set ablaze to be liberated into a billow of black smoke
Which now gives us the time to awaken and join hands as we realize the competition for "pick-of-the-litter" is transparent as any alpha male around us.
We should all welcome that sweet opportunity for correction
For revision
Embrace and look towards the sky to see that foreboding bright yellow light
Bright yellow lights with mushroom heads and thunderous footsteps declaring their imminent, generous arrival.
One by one
Every town and every nation
Every boy and every girl
Every rape and every lie
Eliminated without discrimination
Even if the costs are mine to bear would be fine if it means that we get to start.
Fresh.
http://www.postpoems.com/authors/techpoet/portfolio/
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