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
- I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- At the Kitslano Beach by Mike Yuan
- Untitled V by Yunus Emre
- The Louse-Hunters poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel poem – Alfred Austin
- Untitled
- Answer Me
- An Image From A Past Life by William Butler Yeats
- The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell
- The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman by William Wordsworth
- Maudlin by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Когда вдали от суеты всемирной
- The Columbian Exchange Beginning With Spanish Colonization
- Oh Day Of Fire And Sun by Sara Teasdale
- The Basket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
