Overdoses and Anticdotes

Overdoses like chronic weeping, in the streets sleeping, I see people reaping the shimmering diversions, caught in the glory of life's drive, they turn a blind eye, while the universe cries--ENOUGH! Sickened by the plague of society's ways, our children won't know the day -when the eye of the earth is awakened , and man's ignorance forsaken, because our desire for peace has been shaken, by corporate schemes , kidnapped dreams, our destiny, it seems.. is simple imploding chaos.

 

By MOKSHA 2011

 

Author's Note

..A rhyme for the times.

Reviews

[TLK]

Prose poetry! I dig.

You go for some overt end-of-line rhyming to start with -- nothing wrong with that. But what kicks it into the stratosphere is this: Sickened by the plague of society's ways. There is a subtle modification of a repeating elongated vowel sound that really rewards careful, enunciated reading.