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
- Venus Transiens poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Анатолий Жигулин – О, жизнь! Я всё тебе прощаю
- September, 1819 by William Wordsworth
- Василий Казин – Каменщик
- Федор Сологуб – В моём бессилии люби меня
- Coconut by Paul Hostovsky
- The Twelve poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell
- Такахама Кёси – Кончик трости моей
- The Common Life by W H Auden
- A New Year’s Gift by William Strode
- The Black Tower by William Butler Yeats
- Like A Vocation by W H Auden
- Baile And Aillinn by William Butler Yeats
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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).
