The myth of the futureA Poem by anartaoA hollow word elusive in its avoidance of our eyes, a shackle stilling hands whilst wrapped in promising disguise, a dangling carrot stealing glances from the thieves upon the cart, this apathy of premonitions that moves the line from which we start Like a crucified messiah on a judgement day arising, a construct built of distant hope that destroys through compromising, the wolves say not to worry for the shepherd’s coming soon, assurances round mouthfuls as the flock’s slowly consumed Hands can only grasp what lays before them in the now, change can only come from sweat that’s wiped from today’s brow, not trading present actions for a settlement to come, dreams of future knots are born as the present comes undone © 2013 anartao |
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1 Review Added on June 20, 2013 Last Updated on June 20, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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