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
- Sonnet Xi
- Николай Рубцов – Хороший улов
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Море и капля
- Нина Воронель – Бабий стих
- Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) poem – Alexander Pope
- Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham:
- Нина Воронель – Попытка отчаяния
- The peace of wild things by Wendell Berry
- Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
- Омар Хайям – Никто не лицезрел ни рая, ни геенны
- High Talk by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Дурацкий сон (РОСТА №234)
- Юнна Мориц – На Трафальгарской площади ночной
- Morning Coffee
- Юлия Друнина – Все грущу о шинели
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).
