Tears in the Crowds
Tears in the Crowds
A tyrant on a corrupt throne
A sheep about to become a genetic clone
A weary traveller far away from home
A heroin addict on methadone
Graveyards of peace and quiet lament
An ungrateful niece,
Dead bodies in cement
The Biblical Golden Fleece
Friedrick Nietzsche’s torment
We look to each other for strength through the terrain
Some don’t stop to bother when saturated in pain
Like volcanic ash clouds pouring out acid rain
And satanic slash crowds worshipping the insane
I’ll refrain from the point of the story today
With this unintentional darkness so much on display
It’s all about whether you walk the right path the right way
And consider whatever you have to then say
The innocence of childhood refusing to let it go
The recompense of wildwoods as the oldest trees cease to grow
It’s like falling down onto your knees in the pure white snow
And begging for somebody please to tell you where life needs to flow
There’s an angry mob waiting with torches and rakes
And a whole culture of people who make money from being fakes
I could find it quite funny if it weren’t such a terrible mistake
As the day grows less sunny and night begins to break
We wonder this planet just looking for conquests
And plunder this environment in hideous contests
For oil and copper and carbon and gas contents
No wonder the atmosphere has decided to energetically vent
I cannot condone this apathetic approach
To nuclear war keeping alive a cockroach
A subject one wouldn’t even dare to even broach
Is open for discussion when riding in coach
There’s no obvious mechanism for systemic solution
Nor any long term strategy to cut back on pollution
While governments create catastrophe and generate more confusion
The wealthy are eating for free while the poor collide in confusion
There’s legitimate acts of war crimes and genocide
While they distort the facts and cover up what they can hide
Whatever statement retracts , it’s like sniffing fermaldahyde
On the day that your mother and father have died
It’s reality that’s gripping me
I’m not being intentionally depressing
It’s the entropy of the Ignomy, an adult psychologically regressing
All the while the emergency is continually pressing
So close to uncertainty as the criminal is confessing
So send me a blessing while I’m out convalescing
And looking for wounds that need tenderly dressing
Just as hearts need the soft touch of gentle caressing
It’s the collective willpower I’m damn well contesting
So brighten up the perspective lest you drown yourself in fear
And lighten up the corrective concepts that draw near
And hold on to what you have known to hold dear
Because the crowds and the masses are breaking down in tears
About this poem
The poem explores various themes of corruption, pain, societal issues, environmental destruction, and personal struggles. It highlights the presence of tyrants, clones, addicts, and the consequences of human actions. The narrator reflects on the loss of innocence, the search for meaning, and the prevalence of falsehoods. It criticizes the destructive tendencies of humanity and the lack of solutions to global problems. Despite the darkness depicted, the poem encourages finding strength, pursuing the right path, and cherishing what is dear, as tears flow from the broken masses. more »
Written on June 05, 2023
Submitted by e.moroz210 on July 19, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 2,781 |
Words | 520 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 4 |
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