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
- life begins tomorrow by Raj Arumugam
- 1777 poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Cupid’s Reign Of Terror (March 2012) by Stevens Cadet
- Life a battlefield by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Такахама Кёси – Кажется мне
- A Man Young And Old: I. First Love by William Butler Yeats
- A Border Burn poem – Alfred Austin
- Progress by Michael McGovern
- Ольга Берггольц – Вечерняя станция
- Владимир Набоков – Верба
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько павших бойцов полегло вдоль дорог
- Ballade Of The Muse poem – Andrew Lang poems
- King Arthur’s Men Have Come Again by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Высотская – Волны
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Вульфу (Мой брат по вольности и хмелю)
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).
