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
- Meant To Be by Russ Pergram
- Robert Burns: Grace After Meat:
- Fringed Gentian poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Christmas Carol by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Степанов – Гусь и цыплёнок
- Spider by Sylvia Plath
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Жрец искусства
- Returned To Say by William Stafford
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
- Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending? poem – A. E. Housman
- Peace Or Glory
- Against Fruition
- Fears Get Away
- Freedom of Love poem | L’Union Libre (Ma Femme) – Andre Breton poems
- Иван Бунин – Пустыня, грусть в степных просторах
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).
