Feudal Futility

Feudal Futility

A Poem by icelandicblue

Masters lounge within
walled compounds
overseeing fruits picked
by thick fingers.
Blistered backs and souls
toil the land for meager rewards
while their benefactors
dine on swine
and wine.

The masses swell and do tell
of elsewhere when with full
stomachs they danced
in vineyards of old.
Listen for the sound 
of their bare feet
as they pound
upon the ground with muffled
steps in sparse moments
found in perfect contentment.


© 2013 icelandicblue


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This is very poignant I think.. I use to live where we had orchards on three sides of our home.. the pickers worked till their fingers bled in the hot son while some of them were living in an old house down the street with no electricity or running water.. I think this is sort of about the sweat shops also... Good strong topic.. You had me at the title.. shallimarRose

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Rose. Some seem destined to live lives that wear them to the bone while others get fa.. read more
This is very relevant, sadly ... relevant. You would have thought that we were beyond such times. But there seems to be a pull (which I shall leave un-named) that seems to want to ptake us back to those times.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

I agree CSG it seems we never really evolve no matter how much "progress" we make. Thanks for readin.. read more
Love it! Reads kind of like something I might have wrote, but without all the swearing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

You are too funny, thanks BR.
Every era of humanity has had its kings and its servants, whatever they were called. So few get to dine on that swine, yet they rule all, don't they? A thoughtful piece, Blue.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hi Rita,
So very true. Thanks so much.
interesting how pertinent this is to now...things the more they change, they certainly do stay the same...

a lot of us feel like feudal slaves doing it all so the few can kick back with their feet up...and enjoy the benefits of our hard work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

So true, I was thinking of the upcoming Labor Day and a news piece I saw where a man who worked for .. read more
And to those who have such memory, "those were the good of days" before another came with their rule.
The masses must obey the masters to have their needs fulfilled - sad as it is!
An interesting write which makes us realize this still exists in many lands, and to a point even here as we must often follow the rules of fools!

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Love that, follow the rule of the fools! Thanks, Sheila.
Sad, but in so many cases true. The days beforem when the sun shined and we were happy, memories that often brings tears to their eyes, but very little hope. Very nicely done Anne.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks Jack. Life's been hard for about 2.3 million years I think. No reason to think it will get ea.. read more
I LOVE this....Dine on swine and wine....absolutely spot ON

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you again Doc for reading and commenting.
Dr. Wood ?

11 Years Ago

no bother...It was worth the visit Ice
interesting poem, nice job :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks for reading.
外人 (Gaijin)

11 Years Ago

thx for writing :)

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