"bloodiest" poems - Hello Poetry

Nine months after I was born, the Twentieth Century began to collapse. East Berlin,graffiti-mural concrete, a jutted enigma scratched on ordinance maps, the sort found landscaping westernized Primary School walls. Where within, labored in real time, the television told my parents (and everyone else given to social conservation in 1989) that a wall falling down would bring an end to the gap between the working and the working poor. Freedom waited for many on the other side. But of course, History draws up different plans. Never content to just go out with a bash, or to fleetingly drift by leaving in its absence an underwhelmed lull The bloodiest century yet left the new world entrenched in an odyssey of hatreds handed down from the past right about the time human suffering became a bit dull and the peaceful countries were too busy tripling their money instead. What does History really teach us and what are the real benefits of being free, or freer than you were before? Human ambition, which burns it way out of any oasis of calm, which calls children out of sleeping in the night Always seeks out the exhaustible An inveterate Black sheep leading astray the ever susceptible ****** lamb Delusion’s strange bedfellows are the worthiest adversaries to run away from, to reserve contrition for. Unlike the inevitability of uprooted animal migration during a monsoon swell Can a people with an invested addiction to the pursuit of happiness Ever truly be prepared for the inevitability of rapid change?

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Jun 16, 2013

Jun 16, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC

westley-barnes

Maps, Mythologies.

Nine months after I was born, the Twentieth Century began to collapse. East Berlin,graffiti-mural concrete, a jutted enigma scratched on ordinance maps, the sort found landscaping westernized Primary School walls. Where within, labored in real time, the television told my parents (and everyone else given to social conservation in 1989) that a wall falling down would bring an end to the gap between the working and the working poor. Freedom waited for many on the other side. But of course, History draws up different plans. Never content to just go out with a bash, or to fleetingly drift by leaving in its absence an underwhelmed lull The bloodiest century yet left the new world entrenched in an odyssey of hatreds handed down from the past right about the time human suffering became a bit dull and the peaceful countries were too busy tripling their money instead. What does History really teach us and what are the real benefits of being free, or freer than you were before? Human ambition, which burns it way out of any oasis of calm, which calls children out of sleeping in the night Always seeks out the exhaustible An inveterate Black sheep leading astray the ever susceptible ****** lamb Delusion’s strange bedfellows are the worthiest adversaries to run away from, to reserve contrition for. Unlike the inevitability of uprooted animal migration during a monsoon swell Can a people with an invested addiction to the pursuit of happiness Ever truly be prepared for the inevitability of rapid change?