The Curtains Have Become The Noose

The Curtains Have Become The Noose

A Poem by C. S. Kahler

The curtains have become the noose,
loosely draped for the hanging of conscience.
War drops reign supreme in wake
of a nescient populace. Cheers are reverie
to the puppeteers. Pulling shadow
silk, they charge a holo-cost to see the show.

Senses are stains, with more than six ways
to erase a state of mind.
Stated like the cage that saves the cynic
                                   mistakenly psychotic,
the sated far from insane crave a war
far from civil.

Fat, fed, Fred bleeds mass brains
until ears are leathery, cracked-dried blood.
Innocent selves cry while media-washing of
minds curdles apprehension. Opinions
are clabbering half-truths spewed by blabbering
fools,
yet the allure of agreeing is our lust spinning
like a top destined to totter and fail.

© 2016 C. S. Kahler


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This is a powerful piece that speaks volumes on our state of affairs here in the US. The wording as well as the unique structure build on the chaotic image being painted here. Awesomely penned work!

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Added on December 1, 2016
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Tags: society, human nature, sociology

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C. S. Kahler
C. S. Kahler

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I'm a dad, pet owner, and star wars geek. Play computer games and do web design... Oh, and I enjoy writing stories as well as poems when I'm not reading them. "The flower that blooms in adversit.. more..

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