Earthlings

Uncritical analyses, distorting realities.

 

City center, bright lights, the streets are weathered.

A red light holds the shore, building bodies

Upon bodies, until it can hold no more.

A green light releases, spilling eager species

Across the intersection, like a wave,

An east-to-west reflection,

They all cross onto the other side

To reach their destinations.

 

But where are we all going?

 

To the store, to the w****s,

To buy our home décor,

To the bank, to plank,

To sell our soulless cores.

To the job, to the fraud,

Who applaud what we abhor.

 

The culture, the politics,

The law, and the state,

The flaw in the systems

That determine our fate,

The veil on our eyes that covers the wait

Until we all cry just a little too late.

 

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

A zeitgeist. Unflinching and uncompromised.

[johnnyqueer]

So much truth in this. Really great poem :)

[EMMIE]

LOVED THIS! COOL RHYMING AS WELL, I LIKE THE STYLE OF WRITE. THIS POEM QUESTIONS SOCIETY AND IT'S FUNCTIONS AND I ENJOYED READING FROM START TO END. GOOD WORK.

[Robin]

Oh how I prefer solitude ... a place where I can hear things sooner than the mulitudes in their rut

[Ed Hart]

we're all children, and we're just about out of pie

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Loved the first verse a lot. It's visual and has a flow
that takes the mind into the intersection of life...
We do live in the midst of everyday life and when
events effects us globally, we do shed tears after
the fact. Overall, Earthlings shows us that life eeks
by and it's up to us to determine the outcome ..
Good job, Wall
GBU