Chained Realm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Scored swords

in boarded wards,

hordes of chords

sorting order

among sordid quarters.

Borders of sanity

breached through

humanity's teaching

now insanity is reaching

and screeching -

leeching through vanity

underneath this canopy

of famished kings

and mammoth wings.

Darkness sings

of what the future brings,

rings of fire

kings of mire

that spread like

a quagmire

or a thick briar.

To the fryer,

take these pliars,

work these wires,

make new tires,

lets all be liars,

lets all be buyers -

Mayors and payers

sayers and prayers

not among

the real players. 

Just tax payers

and false layers

of papers and tapers.

The real makers

that are called takers

when all is taken

from their shaken

realm.

Will they finally waken

before this

world's forsaken

them and shaken them.

Until they're taken in

and made again

to be paid at ten

and flayed by men

that caved them in.

Be brave again

don't be made to sin,

and breed war again.

Save again,

lets pave again -

this road we laid

to wade in the

radiant cadence

of this gradient credence.

Time to stop raiding,

grading,

parading,

degrading,

and berating

one another.

Lets develop immunity

to this impunity, 

maybe mutiny

doesn't have to be

our only opportunity.

We could teach

of real community.

You and me - We. 


Submitted: October 07, 2020

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G. Quaglia

Very well written, I loved the format. Clear and strong message that hit me different.

Wed, October 7th, 2020 8:03pm

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