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An epithet to those it may concern
A reminder of why there is vilifying discern
Hatred beyond comprehension, words too vile
But have no means to properly communicate it
For it would be too upfront in our modest society
Where we keep the thoughts concealed
Away from our delicate ears
Leaving it lying about, as it might cause wounds.
Do you remember our problems, clear as day?
Do you see why, we lack any logical movement?
In the face of adversity, in the guilds of the damned?
To problems easily mended by small contribution?
It is because we lack drive, to assist the common man
Far more palpable to watch their suffering
We stand idly by, like lifeless mannequins
While great evil happens all around us daily
But we mute our senses to it, block it from entering our worlds
For no other reason, for no greater purpose
Because we are scared, spineless children.
Your apathy is my hatred
To sheepishly dance under a Tyrant's reign
Your refusal for closure is my disgust
To open new books only to never look back
Your denialism is why many people are in misery
And yet you look on and say "Oh, well."
There will come a day where your selfish acts
Will refuse to work in your favor ever again
Maybe in the future, you will realize
You are simply galactic dust
Endlessly fighting to find meaning
Like our brethren, who is also striving
And eventually, your cowardice will give way
And you cannot hide from the world any longer.
But for now, we will settle
For a simple gesture of spite
That I won't ever be afraid to disclose
I sincerely hope, that you will find yourself
In excruciating pain, in incomprehensible horror
And one will look on, remembering what you have done
Only for them to say, with no remorse or stutter:
"You are not my problem."
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An epithet to those it may concern
A reminder of why there is vilifying discern
Hatred beyond comprehension, words too vile
But have no means to properly communicate it
For it would be too upfront in our modest society
Where we keep the thoughts concealed
Away from our delicate ears
Leaving it lying about, as it might cause wounds.
Do you remember our problems, clear as day?
Do you see why, we lack any logical movement?
In the face of adversity, in the guilds of the damned?
To problems easily mended by small contribution?
It is because we lack drive, to assist the common man
Far more palpable to watch their suffering
We stand idly by, like lifeless mannequins
While great evil happens all around us daily
But we mute our senses to it, block it from entering our worlds
For no other reason, for no greater purpose
Because we are scared, spineless children.
Your apathy is my hatred
To sheepishly dance under a Tyrant's reign
Your refusal for closure is my disgust
To open new books only to never look back
Your denialism is why many people are in misery
And yet you look on and say "Oh, well."
There will come a day where your selfish acts
Will refuse to work in your favor ever again
Maybe in the future, you will realize
You are simply galactic dust
Endlessly fighting to find meaning
Like our brethren, who is also striving
And eventually, your cowardice will give way
And you cannot hide from the world any longer.
But for now, we will settle
For a simple gesture of spite
That I won't ever be afraid to disclose
I sincerely hope, that you will find yourself
In excruciating pain, in incomprehensible horror
And one will look on, remembering what you have done
Only for them to say, with no remorse or stutter:
"You are not my problem."
This piece I wrote out of boredom, but also more interestingly out of reflection of how modern society treats issues by sweeping them under the rug, and how the people who are under it follow suit. I've noticed that a lot of people don't seem to want to apply a direct solution to problems and would rather let them get worse over time than actually do anything about them. This is seen in my own life, where people whom I thought were my friends abruptly stop talking to me and will go out of their way to avoid me. This particular instance has been a continuing trend for me with other people, both offline and online, wherein problems simply fester between myself and others and I honestly don't really understand why.
Also, I was experimenting with this piece by crossing a formal letter with poetry, personally I don't really like it but I decided that this is good enough to share.
Also, I was experimenting with this piece by crossing a formal letter with poetry, personally I don't really like it but I decided that this is good enough to share.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 120 x 80px
I agree, but to be honest...
For those truly in-tune with such experiences, it starts to seem more akin to a freight train (of truth) barreling right toward you at full speed. It is never pleasant, but at least a freight train leaves no chance for survival. Imagine, if you will, a mass of disconnected suffering people constantly being reminded of past such accidents, and fearing future such accidents... Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't completely collapsed by now.
For those truly in-tune with such experiences, it starts to seem more akin to a freight train (of truth) barreling right toward you at full speed. It is never pleasant, but at least a freight train leaves no chance for survival. Imagine, if you will, a mass of disconnected suffering people constantly being reminded of past such accidents, and fearing future such accidents... Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't completely collapsed by now.
Yep, it a very strong poem for sure. I think the letter/poetry cross works very well for it.
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