Fire On MarsA Poem by Devons
Of course, there's some starving child somewhere
in some hot, arid country with flies buzzing about its eyes as though assuming it's dead It's too weak to wave them away What's my hollowness and depression? As the sun beats down like a fire on Mars. The news just said another soldier's dead another car bomb, another land mine, another martyred anonymity wrapped in explosives Sand and skin set ablaze and head blown-off and yet another wife and innocent little family heart-rending images of sadness and loss a nicer man you could never wish to meet a loving husband and the greatest ever dad I have sympathy and yet I feel nothing. Little better than a stone on a parched planet Little more than a rock in a hard place. Perhaps I'm a murderer waiting to snap Or the seed in a tyrant's brain I'm ready to go, I'm ready to grow in a t.v. screen or a front-page headline in stories of actresses, celebrities and wannabes commercials for diets and nuclear families chefs, cars, free gifts, and lotteries chat-show-hosts and charities, housewife-dreamt fantasies skin-deep vanities and superficial realities soap-opera gossip and royalty's new shoes cheap flights, drunken holidays, and supermarket booze self-publishing communication and games-console duels all the latest technology for money-making mules. Why should I care and why should it matter? I have hatred and yet I feel nothing My soul is a hell like a fire on Mars What will this world ever make of me? What's hollowness filled with depression? What's barrenness now but a lesson in over-indulgence and saturation? Always somewhere someone suffers and it might soon be me When in some fairy-tale tragedy a princess dies should I have wept with the people and lined-up with flowers? Am I expected to feel amid so many lies? You've got your troubles and I've got mine My reflection in the mirror - it seems so benign.
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Added on August 31, 2010Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: society, death, depression AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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