I have locked myself in here,
Why don’t I go out there?
Don’t I hold my freedom dear?
So, I sneak out clandestinely,
To make my first move towards my family
But what I see is the absence of love, compassion, warmth and humility.
The streets are crowded with so many pseudo- intellectuals,
Who profess to follow so many ‘isms’
Till I found that they hold nothing dearer than materialism.
The rich want a catch,
The poor want to snatch,
In this game, ‘everybody is at scratch’
Women complain of being exploited,
Men retort as being targeted,
There’s a need for these jargons to be deconstructed.
I found out my way through somehow,
And came across a blood-soaked dove,
She said, “This is the worth of peace my love!”
Strangulated, I return back to my prison
Because I find no reason,
To live freely in a world full of treason.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Григорьев – Четверорукими ногами
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Books And Thoughts poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Quatrain 1693 (Farsi with English Translation) by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Юнна Мориц – Малиновая кошка
- The Song of the Sons by Rudyard Kipling
- The City That Will Not Repent by Vachel Lindsay
- Southern Sunrise by Sylvia Plath
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Альфред де Мюссе – Друзья мои! Когда умру я
- Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1. by William Cowper
- on the edge of the seat by Raj Arumugam
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Kirk and State Excisemen:
- Владимир Британишский – Горный институт
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
