Insolent minds; welcome to the view. Sounds and colors climbing to your heart's delight. Pull down the blinds nobody's watchin' you. Marvelous assumption this rendering of sight. Information is a bane; communication, grief. Emaciated ecstasy is languishing in children. We just want to breathe again, oxygen's a thief. Is this our legacy chained in sheltered prisons? Soul starved refrains require new incision; dying while supplying cures for old infection. We cry for rain, then alter the decision, Mother Earth is dying to see her own reflection. Make no mistake; I too, love release. and I like to feed from my blank screen. Known to placate, anything for peace. But I'd rather tend the musings in between. Yet still we rise; attention to the masses. Paying; bowing lowly to the gods we hold so dear. News 'dues come slowly to the quivering classes. Sheep approach the slaughter, grinning ear to ear.
The rhyme scheme was very well used here, giving the poem a nice rythm, and the thought behind the poem is well used throught the entire piece. The closing on this poem is what makes it amazing to me, pointed words meant to snap open the eyes of those who are blinded.
"Insolent minds;/welcome to the view."
That is an evocative inception.
"Information is a bane;/communication, grief."
I would have to say that society operates that way. There is a lot of insight on sociology in this poem.
Those, along with the last line, would be my favorite picks.
""Sheep approach the slaughter,/grinning ear to ear."
Just a wonderful closing. It ties the whole idea together. Lovely.