MY THOUGHT ECHOES

The flashbacks are driving me insane
Our dreams and our laudators’ to obtain
We excelled hoping diligence drives our aims
So we anticipated the era of our indisputable reign

We’ve been robbed of our heirship
Few decades ago, we were cubs aspiring to lead the nation
Leaders from our cradle still plunder the masses
Our dreams and goals now seem like illusions
With only Children of the oppressors ever achieving theirs
And the oppressed working their asses off to settle for the reality
Still, we defend and support the tyrants
Betraying and emotionally killing our peers through cyberbullying

We leash out our frustrations on one another
Perhaps it’s our ego defence mechanism from these stressors
While some progress into depression with relapses and suicide

Are we worthy of the throne?
Are we better than the accused?
Camouflaging theft, fetishism, rape and human sacrifice with “Yahoo and runs”
We sail close to the wind
Justifying our actions with the negligence of our leaders
While hurting ourselves in the process

My tears though invisible crawl down to the corner of my mouth
Flowing freely like the waters that sank the Titanic
How long can my mind survive this torment
The nation is reduced to a joke
When will we be saved?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I've read many opinion pieces written by people from age 40 to 70, say, but this sounds more like it's a younger person & the view from there is quite different than I would've imagined it to be. I believe this becuz it sounds honest & bluntly stated, without a filter. As an old person, when I look at young people, I do see the sense of helplessness & possibly feeling there's no answer on the horizon to facing a world with little hope for an ever-improving future. But I also see young people wanting to take over the reins of government & do a better job than we have done, so in this, I also see hope. Your poem asks: "when will we be saved?" . . . I agree that some saving needs to be done, but also the younger generations need to stand up & be counted with some action. Your writing incites discussion which is a very good thing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[honey]

Thank you for the wonderful review Margie. Yes, I’m young, I was 25yrs old when I wrote this . Thank you

[Robert Trakofler]

the shell game of blame and redirection has truly hit a crescendo these days we have a racist and isolationist chauvinistic ego-maniacal greedy & shallow creature running the country using every classic tool at his disposal to separate us and divide to conquer it is so amazing to me how everyone is willing to squint there eyes at all things moral for the sake of hate and money:( It is all we can do but be beacons of clarity in an unclear world right now and paint this man his true color in hopes the blinders of misdirection pale to the light

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear honey, your words, honest and true.
"My tears though invisible crawl down to the corner of my mouth
Flowing freely like the waters that sank the Titanic
How long can my mind survive this torment
The nation is reduced to a joke
When will we be saved?"
I agree with the above lines. I worry for my world. I burn sage for peace and I pray we learn. Every life had value. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[honey]

Thank you Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome honey.