Prophets

Prophets

A Poem by Christopher Robin
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Something to pierce society's rose-tinted glasses.

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Prophets

 

V1

The Heavens opened, rain came tumbling out,

 

A thunderous sound,

 Clumsy but abundantly loud,

The cold front plummeting barometers down.

Apocalypse now,

Our populous is lost in a cloud,

Accosted with the frost a lot of commoners doubt.

They’re possibly drowned,

Apostles to a jostling town,

Hypocrisy’s impossible where nothing is found.

They solemnly vow,

Tomorrow’s where our problems abound,

A population worried with a comical nous.

They’re probably proud,

Accomplished with a commentary how,

Impossible a promise full of honesty sounds.

We follow them round,

Borrowing a sorrowful frown,

While the metropolis has blocked us from the sun and the clouds.

We blunder about,

And plunder what the young have avowed,

Torn asunder by the hunger we keep under a shroud.

We suddenly shout,

How is all this horror allowed?

What have all the cowards we empowered let out?

 

V2

A peace we regret,

Was reached between our needs and our debts,

Now we bleed for our beliefs received from media sets.

Seems it’s a test,

To beat us down and squeeze what’s left,

T.V. the means to feed the dreams in all of our heads.

They clean up the mess,

Its seasonal and fleeting at best,

Their reasoning and meaning now is anyone’s guess.

It leaves us depressed,

And dealing with a tedious stress,

Yet achievement is the medium through which we’re addressed.

Not easy to rest,

The sleep we seek is devious yes,

Is it really unachievable or teasing us yet?

The people are left,

But feeble now and nearer to death,

They scream for sweet release their needs completely unmet.

The greedy forget,

How easily disease can be spread,

A people- weakened by deceit will start competing for bread.

They need to be led,

By teachers who can preach common sense,

And free the evil feeding on their needless regret

 

V3

It’s stranger to act,

On dangers that are facing the pack,

Than to fade away complacently complaining and fat.

Too lazy for that,

We’re waiting for a savior to snap,

And claim us make us pay for our mistakes and our crap.

Like rating an app,

We’ve basically been trained to react,

Our brains enslaved to pay " escape’s the same as the trap.

We play to relax,

A game that takes the weight off our backs,

The aim to place the blame " remain afraid to interact ->

We’re practically raised,

To back away and practice our praise,

Is our vernacular exactly what enacted this craze?

Impractical ways,

With backward phrases language is frayed,

Detracting from the facts as we compact what we say.

Distracted and dazed,

Too scatterbrained for action or rage,

So how can we be fashioned into passion for change?

Look back at the stage,

And clap your hands for rappers engaged,

Let immaculate vocabulary capture this age.

 

 

© 2014 Christopher Robin


Author's Note

Christopher Robin
If you're going to mistreat it, beat it.

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Featured Review

The structure to this one was super unique. It seemed like you set it up in a very traditional way, but the rhyme scheme and rhythm read like a slam or a rap to me. You did a really great job with this, I can't think of anything that needs changing. The message is great as well. Holding people accountable for their actions, and society as a whole. Not many people write on that. Brilliant work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Christopher Robin

6 Years Ago

Thanks for the feedback Ashira, really glad you enjoyed it, if you like this hopefully you'll enjoy .. read more
Ashira Macy

6 Years Ago

Thank you for directing me here April! You always pick out the good ones! XD

Christophe.. read more
AprilRN1210

6 Years Ago

awwww, well thank you ma'am.. I knew you would enjoy it!! pretty freaking awesome... :)



Reviews

I like the lines "clumsy" and "They need to be led" and the ideas following "it's stranger to act". Fun last line.
I noticed you were also on Writer's Cafe when reading the meet-the-writers for the Concierge.
Nice to meet you :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Immaculate! From the vocabulary to the flow and rhymes, the way you set it up everything fits perfectly. 10/10!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love the tremendous amount of depth in this one. There's so much to see and so much to feel. The way you rhyme to effortlessly, melding each phrase together is admirable. Very well penned.

Posted 6 Years Ago


What an amazing piece. There's this rhythm to it that is constant and building. Very unique structure and message but also very true. I read about three times and each time it left me in awe. Writing like this is truly inspiring. Thank you for sharing. Beautiful job. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Wow. This left me speechless. Not only do you words flow so eloquently, but the meaning behind your words is just as brilliant! Amazing job!! thank you for sharing :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Put some aggressively played electric guitar behind it and you got yourself a pretty awesome punk song. Good job my friend, good job.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Christopher Robin

6 Years Ago

Thanks Daniel!
I envisioned it more as a hip hop piece but it could just as easily go punk, th.. read more
Damn powerful message with top notch word selection. Each verse is alluring in turns without neglection. You lay it down real with the reader and establish connection. Publishers would swallow this up, no rejections

Posted 6 Years Ago


Christopher Robin

6 Years Ago

Wow thanks Bill!
Hey if you know any send 'em my way, I'd love to be published for something m.. read more
'It’s stranger to act, ~ On dangers that are facing the pack, ~ Than to fade away complacently complaining and fat. ~ Too lazy for that,'

Having read this twice, having gobble-gobbled it first off, have just had to read it slowly and aloud second time! My immediate response is that there's a drum beating throughout, a distinct rhythm/metre - almost a battle cry.. albeit a long one. I can't write like that so, am more than envious, admiring, whatever!

Seems society or inhibitions bar the way to us being true Humankind, instincts and third eye fading day by day. We living creatures are gradually having life choked out of us, tis too fragile or weak to show unleashed enthusiasm or.. gentleness, to show stoicism or.. empathy. We're playing with a human tragedy neither vibrant nor dead. Perhaps!?

Posted 6 Years Ago


Christopher Robin

6 Years Ago

Thanks Emmajoy!

Haha everyone seems to have their favorite moment in this piece, I'm gl.. read more
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

'My best attempt to express an incoherent world coherently.' - you succeeded brilliantly.
I had written such a detailed review for this wonderful piece, and the site went kaput, yesterday!

I will review this later, when I will have a fresher perspective, as I do not wish to just repeat what I had felt the first time reading it.
This is, I think, your best work in poetry.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Christopher Robin

6 Years Ago

That sucks Stonz P.
That being said, I can only imagine the words you had to say in place of t.. read more
Stonz P.

6 Years Ago

As I had promised, I am back on this piece.

The piece is well structured and echoes of .. read more

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Added on July 27, 2014
Last Updated on August 5, 2014
Tags: poetry, rap, prose, commentry, contemporary, lyrics

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Christopher Robin
Christopher Robin

Melbourne, Caulfield, Australia



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Chris, almost 28, live in Melbourne, love reading, writing, gaming. I like to have fun with words. I'd also like to raise the bar a little when it comes to publishing online 'literature'. I hope you b.. more..

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