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
- Владислав Крапивин – Гонка
- Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney
- The Sympathies of the Long Married by Robert Bly
- Hope A-Left Behind by William Barnes
- Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns
- When the universe speaks by Preeth Nambiar
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- One Hour to Madness and Joy. by Walt Whitman
- Book Fourteenth [conclusion] by William Wordsworth
- Khanaa’s Song by Mallika Sengupta
- the secrets , we hide by tulip
- A Journey Through The Moonlight by Russell Edson
- Soul by Malkia Charlee NoCry
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).
