Rate this poem:0.0 / 0 votes
...Leaving New York?
Behold the fleeting glamour of NYC,
Adorned in debris that's PPE*.
Look left or right, glance up or down,
Sights are enough to make most frown.
A law was passed to ban some plastics,
Oafs clapped like seals, deemed it fantastic.
Yet those same dolts who're triple covered,
By wind blown masks not at all bothered.
Gloves and pads, putrid face covers,
That trash the streets, flow down gutters.
They skip and roll down continental shelf,
And down the gullet of Kraken himself.
Tree huggers screech of global warming,
Whilst PPE-swarms in oceans churning,
Signaling virtue, waltz to commune's beat,
While garbage drowns city's streets.
This fetid garb is the town's tinsel,
Refuse to wear, risk being canceled.
Won't give you food, expel from sight,
Arrested are naughty who put up a fight.
The power hungry on a rule decided,
Beware all those who won't abide by it.
Wear ruling class's beastly stamp,
Those who obey, munch at their camp.
Oh, better get your n'teenth booster,
Next you'll be made to squawk like rooster,
Or perhaps get your nethers swabbed,
Compliant don't mind, being wrongly rubbed.
New York is by far not the only place,
Where repressions liberty replaced.
Flights out of dirt and bondage started,
To freer pastures overtaxed departed.
Some stay reclaiming liberties lost,
Yet those who struggle pay high cost.
Resistance starts in hearts and minds,
And sparks of logic, helps courage to find.
*Personal Protective Equipment
Written on January 31, 2022
Submitted by RosenkrantzA on February 01, 2022
Modified by RosenkrantzA
- 1:29 min read
- 29 Views
|Scheme||ABCC XADD EEFF AAXX XXGG XXBB HHDX XXII XXXX X|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Stanza Lengths||4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1|
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
"...Leaving New York?" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 26 Mar. 2023. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/118945/...leaving-new-york?>.
Discuss this Alexander Rosenkrantz poem with the community:
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
You need to be logged in to favorite.