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This Modern Age

Poetry By: Violet Vane

a poem of social commentary...

Submitted:Oct 13, 2011    Reads: 13    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

We dance feverishly of wars and death,

yet we yearn for the dance to stop.

We embrace the cause of some other man -

we are led to believe that

it is a means to an end

and we believe it.

We usher our children to

stride out blindly into the fray,

without looking back, without questions.

We, who are so civilized,

think ourselves to be above it all

and yet, we continue and contribute

because supposedly,

we are the righteous, the strong.

And in the center of the whirlwind,

we try to believe that we are untouched,

when we are simply sitting in the Eye...

Our generations rise and fall

and we all sit idly by,

while the rage and the fury

becomes ever more potent beneath our feet.

The killers are living in our houses,

gazing up at us with innocent eyes...

And we fail them repeatedly, never seeing

the signs of their innocence dying.

The children we have so carelessly raised

are the sacrificial lambs we dress in patriotism.

We send the sheep out amongst the wolves,

covering our eyes and denying the truth.

This is the age of perpetual blindness,

when we choose to ignore, and refuse to accept

and it becomes our undoing,

it is our demise.


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