Posted: Sunday, May 10, 2009
-
2 comment(s)
[
Comment ]
-
0 trackback(s)
[
Trackback ]
Category:
Poetry
Daffodil, lying on the ground
Golden-yellow petals growing ragged and older
Getting paler now
This is a product of irresponsibility
One of shame and humility
Girl, lying on the ground
Golden-yellow locks tumbling around
Becoming ragged and old
As you lay in the cold, unaware of the world
This is a product produced by children
Older than I am
Denied a right of grace and honour
Due to lack of cover and subtle conversation
Where is your moral highground?
You are lost in this moral playground
Fixated on intoxication,
Inebriation
Clacking like a goose
Tying your own noose for social status
Deprived of any real emotion
Motivation is not a relation...
Your life is a game
A caberet
Full of unatural light
And skin unworthy of the public eye
Scraping away the dignity
Like a paint chip on a crumbling wall
It won't be long until you fall and realise
Where you are
This is all we can hope for
Since few of us can speak
As we are overlooked
Trained to be invisible
And remain as ghosts
As you celebrate and exclaim
'We are the drug of the nation'
Back to Lisanne Jacob's blog, 'user_report.php?return_url=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.kotalk.com%252Fblog.php%253Fuser%253DLisanne%2526blogentry_id%253D53&TB_iframe=true&height=300&width=450', '', './images/trans.gif');){kind=spacer}
Inappropriate Content
