On Patina Knees

May add more later. You can imagine what it is about.

On Patina Knees


On patina knees,
She swallows a liberal amount
Of discontent and discord
Choked down
With a conservative indignation.
Coppered wrists shackled behind
With chains forged in contempt.
The right manacle rails
Against the left
As the left rages
In opposition
Of the right,
No comfort found
In compromise,
Leaving bloodied,
Bruised hands.
One once proudly held
The symbol
That lit the way
For the lost,
The weary,
And the other;
A message
Inscribed
With the geniture
Of her principles.
Both cast aside
With callousness
Now lie amidst the shambles
Of her celadon frock
Pulled and ripped asunder
From her shoulders
That once carried the weight
Of life,
Of liberty,
Of a simple pursuit.
A chaste woman once,
Now castigated
By the ingrates
She gave comfort
Within her bosom,
Given to the sins
Of the schisms
That brought her
Disgrace and despair.
The cohesion of unity
Became incoherent
As the pettiness
Of greed,
Of power,
Of lustful pursuits
Took the two coins
Covering her eyes
And rang her death knell.

On patina knees
The lady listens
As the echo
Of that sound
Resounds
Around
A world
Without

Hope.

Legion
22NOV15

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, oh, there are so many thoughts, too many to leave her

glad to find you here