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
- Straw in the Street poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Waggon A-Stooded by William Barnes
- “`If you were mine, if you were mine” poem – Alfred Austin
- Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair by Robert Burns
- The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth
- Call To Account! by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- us_two_by_a_a_milne.html
- Hurting Dive by Satish Verma
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Море и капля
- The Lent Lily by A. E. Housman
- The Investiture by Siegfried Sassoon
- Олег Бундур – Идем мы с дедом
- Astrophel and Stella: LXXI by Sir Philip Sidney
- Bridge-Guard in the Karroo by Rudyard Kipling
- Ho, everyone that thirsteth poem – A. E. Housman
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).
