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
- HEAL ME by WALID SABA
- The Progress of Poesy by Thomas Gray
- Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись на иллюминацию 1747 года перед зимним домом
- Robert Burns: On Commissary Goldie’s Brains:
- Orlando Furioso Canto 11 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Джон Донн – Ворожба над портретом
- Love Sonnet XXI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- A VOW TO VENUS by Robert Herrick
- Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Радоваться рано
- Counting Sheep by Russell Edson
- Robert Burns: The Highland Widow’s Lament :
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
- CIA Dope Calypso by Allen Ginsberg
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).
