Bang bang
Banging at the door
In the dead of night
The dark illuminates your fright
As I’m pulled from your bed
Dragged across the floor.
Bang bang
Banging inside your head
Festering wounds inflicted by structural
violence
But the pain illuminates your silence
As you escape into ignorance
Safe in the sewer with the rest of the
dead.
Bang bang
Bullets rip through flesh
Blood stains the road
Bomb blast craters disfigure the
landscape
As we turn our attention elsewhere
Crippled and blinded by fear.
Bang bang
Blatant lies disguise the face of decay
That feeds on complacency
And breeds on greed and callousness
As we bend down and pray
Broken beings lapping up all the shit
that we’re fed.
Bang bang
Buildings burn and towers crumble
While our kin continue to die everyday
And not just from guns but from a lack of
water
As progress wears another mask
Bowed and bent we play our complicit
parts.
Bang bang
Ons lewe in dread
Gebuig en gedruig tot die mens verdwyn
En al wat oorbly is net vlees en been
As our faces contort around capped smiles
Grimacing as we look but fail to
perceive.
Bang bang
We go through life like phantom players
Trying so hard to ignore the facts:
We need to contain this manic psychosis
As we hustle and strive just to survive
Brow beaten and bowed, chattering too
loud.
Bang bang
There are no more excuses
All of the rhetoric and skirting are
useless
Sharpen the pencils and brushes and
chords
As we try to dissect and express what we
see
Within this tragedy
of impotent revolution.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- I Ask Someone To Resolve by Shahida Latif
- The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart by William Butler Yeats
- Home Sick
- Вера Павлова – Всходить на костёр Жанною
- Vivien
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я счастлив, тайный яд течёт в моей крови
- Untitled VIII by Yunus Emre
- Олег Григорьев – Схватили за ногу правую
- Six-Word Poem by Monty Gilmer
- Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time by William Shakespeare
- The Fancy Feäir At Maïden Newton by William Barnes
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- Шекспир – Доверьем мнимым держится любовь – Сонет 138
- Poem Reaching For Something by Quincy Troupe
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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