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
- Стефан Малларме – Звенящий зимний день
- The Mother Of A Poet by Sara Teasdale
- In Answer to a Request poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- God’s Grandeur poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Abd el-Hadi Fights a Superpower by Taha Muhammad Ali
- A Young Soul
- A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON by Robert Herrick
- On Tam the Chapman by Robert Burns
- His Last Sonnet poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Некрасов – Детство
- The Narrative by Talha Jafri
- Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham:
- Villion’s Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Новелла Матвеева – Величие?
- The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
