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
- The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Британишский – Били в армии, в школе, в столице, в селе
- A Wife In London by Thomas Hardy
- Нина Воронель – Снег
- Song by Sir Philip Sidney
- Life a battlefield by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Ольга Высотская – Детский сад
- The Wolf039s Postcript To 039little Red Riding Hood039
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Наум Коржавин – Нелепые ваши затеи
- Николай Карамзин – Соломонова мудрость, или мысли, выбранные из Экклезиаста
- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- Федор Сологуб – Веет ветер мне навстречу
- Владимир Маяковский – В авто
- The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
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).
