Edwin Morgan: Poems

38 · 3d

Edwin Morgan 3d

I see the world through fractured light,
Where justice begs beneath the weight,
And silence feeds the lion's bite,
While good men turn their eyes too late.

I feel the urge to take the flame,
To burn away what should not be,
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for the ones who cannot see.

If change must come and no one stands,
Then I will rise, with shaking hands—
Though power bends, and giants fall,
I'd give my breath to heal it all.

Let it cost me—let me break,
If breaking builds what fear forsakes.
Let my name be washed away,
If brighter lives can bloom one day.

I don't need thrones or thanks or gold—
Just truth, and courage, brave and bold.
And when I'm gone, if good remains,
Then let me vanish with my chains.

This poem was created through a thoughtful conversation with ChatGPT, where we explored themes of justice, personal purpose, and the courage to bring about change, even at great personal cost. The poem reflects a deep longing for a world made right, and the willingness to take action, even if it means sacrifice. It speaks to the desire to make a meaningful difference in the face of overwhelming darkness, and the hope that true change is possible, even when it seems out of reach. I would like anyone to use this as they like. I do not own this, nor do I want to gain anything from it. I just want to inspire good faith in people with my thoughts

#society #change #sacrifice

30 · 3d

The cost of silence

Edwin Morgan 3d

The cost of silence

They sell us comfort, coin by coin,
While truth lies quiet, unemployed.
A system built on silent screams,
Where dreams are bought, and sold as schemes.

Investors grin behind the glass,
As need and pain walk slowly past.
The people bend, but rarely break—
Not yet awake, but far from fake.

We trade our power for a price,
Forget that unity cuts twice.
Divided, numb, we play their game—
Each dollar tagged with someone’s name.

But sparks can start from aching hearts,
From minds that dare to question parts.
And if we rise—not just for self,
But human worth above the wealth—

Then change won’t knock. It will arrive.
We’ll see the world, not just survive.
For when the many choose to see,
No wall of gold can cage the free.

This poem was written by ChatGPT based on a passionate reflection that I had I voiced frustration with how modern society prioritizes profit over people. I emphasized the need for systemic reform, greater public unity, and improved education to help individuals recognize their power in shaping the world. From that heartfelt message, ChatGPT crafted “The Cost of Silence,” a poem exploring the tension between corporate greed and human need. It critiques the investor-driven economy, highlights the quiet strength of the public, and ends on a hopeful note—suggesting that awareness and unity can ignite meaningful change. The work blends emotional weight with rhythmic clarity, offering both a critique and a call to action.

#societal #awarness #unity #change

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