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Submitted, as always, for your approval...I summarize this way because summarizing poetry is like turning art into Coles Notes. Trite, very trite.


Submitted:Aug 30, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


corruption spreads like spider webs

through the souls of all the haters,

chanted whispers quickly slither

through the minds of agitators;

I will not bend to the power of those

whose mandate is follow the leader,

but instead stick my fist up in the air

to defy the doubter and the believer--

 

I will not stand for this,

I will not let you speak for me,

I will not let you leave me lost

In your little land of self idolatry.

 

the young become so quickly dumb

in the grip of easy communication,

so much noise for the girls and boys

to be deafened to their isolation;

I will not accept the subtle leash

that they would slip around my neck,

but instead turn to bite their hands

when they come to feed their pets--

 

I will not stand for you

if you will not stand for yourself,

I will not let you leave me lost

in your ignorant, little hell.

 

the future lost is at a high, high cost

when we pay with our broken hearts,

the vow betrayed, the debt unpaid

to the unborn lives, killed before they start;

I will not accept that ya didnt know

when ya walked in with open eyes,

bartering with your very soul

with the Devil, in his, flimsy guise--

 

I will not stand for evil,

but I can not stand for good,

like so many I choose the middle

in this vainglorious neighbourhood;

 

be educated in your temptations,

and know a devil by his name,

trust not to the shabby angels

to comfort you in your shame.





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