Movie

Movie

A Poem by Crifa

The scariest movie ever to be seen,
Monsters disguised as the people,
The rich and the poor, no in between,
Cities climbing above the old steeple.

Powerful rule while the weak suffer,
No hero, no authority to save them.
Rebellion is useless and life would be rougher,
If the people were to turn more evil would stem.

Destroying what's called home, chainsaws buzz,
Cutting down each breath with a demonic hum.
Animals run in fear for their own lives,
Nature will burn while selfish man strives.

It's still hard to believe in this movie I see,
When it turns out the main character is me.

© 2014 Crifa


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This poem carries an interesting concept, one I agree with. As members of modern society, I think we hide behind the horror movie franchise; we are brainwashed to think things like the boogeyman, vampires, mummies and zombies are monsters. In reality, we are monsters ourselves. As a whole, we have destroyed nature, started countless wars, and corrupted the world we live in.
Humanity, we are the scariest movie because unlike zombies and werewolves, we are real.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crifa

6 Years Ago

I'm glad my message hit home, thank you for the review:)

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