Here we dilute ourselves into many
Things to stop our world
In the middle of its course:
Your skies are caught in dreams,
You bloom only flowers you recognize.
It hides the truth between
Your ears,
It hides the selfishness of your poetry,
The sighs of life in your grey solitude,
Your tongues are thirsting for something,
And you have become a pop cultural
Verse of repetition,
And the world will catch you
From behind your skies,
You can no longer hide in your abyss.
And to state what I mean unpoetical,
I see the hate rising in a tide,
The world I know ignored in this forum
Of intelligence, hate gaining tide.
Of people ignoring the bigger picture,
Where are you?
I see nothing of the tsunami that
Has overtaken the country here
In this place where poetry and political
Topics mesh more than you know,
This is your voice,
I implore you to change your flow.
We live beneath this destiny,
Beautiful Earth,
But if we stop our words,
Are our words even of worth?
Many, many of the poets I have studied have political opinions hidden in their poetry, not just pretty words, but intelligence and beauty mixed to truly express oneself in a world of simplistically hateful expressions.