cat on the wall

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

its a poem about the crisis in the world

Do you see the timber at the far end of valley?

Its the force that draws the cat towards alley,

dust in dust the houses burning,

still the burning hearts yearning,

when the sword will come and cut them through,

just as the ice cuts through the truth,

devil in every brother i see,

this is whom he had been working to be,

the swarm of bees collide near the nest,

to decide who is the best,

lemon cut and blood drawn,

devil sits on bodies to have the long draught,

kiss the dog who has been faithful,

just to sharpen the knife to kill it next day,

cat sits on the wall deciding who will be tall,

wise she is,but hides it well;

for wise are killed and she knows whom to sell.

curse your children and cut their throats,

for a new god is in the town.

kyle of today twisted tomorrow,

for it has learnt the hook and crook,

plunge your hand in and pull out the heart ,

before the rabbit is ready to dart.

look! the old man who works hard unaware of the future,

tell him there is no use for this venture,

when devil kisses the hand of maidens

the world to end comes! the world to end comes!

this is not me who tells you so,

its the cat on the wall who knows its so.


Submitted: August 19, 2011

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ghoul24

I like how you actually look towards the truth of this world while almost all others are completely ignorant of the issues in this world. I liked reading this poem, indeed I did.

Fri, August 19th, 2011 10:29am

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thank you for your appreciation :)

Wed, September 7th, 2011 2:04am

MrV

Powerful poetry, Miss. Kudos from a fellow writer.

The images were a ride into the subconscious. The cat sounds like an interesting choice for eye witness. Small and evasive, yet aware of its surroundings.

I felt a metaphor of suffering coming to the boastful, and a sense of inevitable harmony after the end swept everything.

Fri, August 19th, 2011 10:40am

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thank you for your appreciation :)

Wed, September 7th, 2011 2:04am

nataye

I loved reading this, and read it out loud to my family. Great writing.

Fri, August 19th, 2011 11:58am

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thank you for your appreciation :)

Wed, September 7th, 2011 2:04am

rosh winchester

thank you for your appreciation :)

Mon, August 22nd, 2011 8:38am

rosh winchester

thnx madi :)

Tue, August 23rd, 2011 10:09am

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