The Lights

looking beyond the lights

The light held by the populace

Shone on areas with little or no purpose

They seem to propagate the extrinsic 

Without care for the valuable intrinsic  

The strife it reflects is never hidden

Ever compelling the weak to do its bidding 

The light shines brighter and is ever growing

Everyone drowns in illumination without knowing

Its initial satisfaction is adversely alluring

But its extended sequence is ever so appalling 

Those who bathe in its rays are seldom redeemed

Their hearts heavy with regret remains deceived 

This beautiful luminance begets pain

One which comes without much gain

The propagators of the light are deceptive

For their philosophy is nothing but distractive

They have given privilege of the light to their heralds

Now the heralds initiate other heads

Their horde growing daily in unseen sorrow

Flocking together without care for tomorrow 

One can only find purpose in the darkness 

For eluding such lights abates madness

It hunts in hope to transform beings totally

Those who refuse to change are destroyed brutally

This beacon gives its poison to all

Without a cure folks shall fall

The crippling fear it brings is almost absolute

Its cause is carried as if resolute

The suffering it brings is endless 

With a point to prove which is senseless

Shall we topple the wielders of the light and control the illumination

Or do we lie in wait for their own damnation 

If this light is here to stay then we shall forever reside in the dark

But if it a dying cause which slowly dims then we shall make a mark 

Without a definite answer all we do is thrive 

Else we watch our dreams nose dive

Author's Note

how does one survive in an estranged world

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

A great poem you have written here quill. Although I am but a simple writer myself, and find educated people hard to read. I can relate to what you write. It seems to me that the real people are always stomped on by the so called better class. Since the day we are born the brainwashing is given to us, so that these idiots can control us. Politicians, popes and priests all tell us what to believe, so we can be treated like zombies. This world is filled with fear because we have been reigned by dickheads. They destroy us as well as our beautiful planet. I hope that one day the world will wake up, and these ridiculous clowns will be destroyed and placed where they belong. I hope I got the gist of whet you are saying. But even if not so I have had a chance to say my piece. I loved reading your write, my friend....peter

[Quill]

Thank you Peter, you definitely got the gist of what i was trying to say, and you have done me one better by giving your view, once again, thank you.

[keith]

thought provoking and on target

[Sami Khalil]

A very good rhyming poem. Got a good message. Thank you for sharing.

[Quill]

thanks for stopping by

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.