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John F McCullagh Dec 2015
It came in the mail the other day;
Another rejection! No big deal!.
I have lots of company;
Fellow poets know how I feel.

The dead poets’ society
is filled with those who have known fame.
We scribble in obscurity –
while every schoolkid knows their names.

Typing madly on our notebooks,
Those of us still in the game,
Are longing for some validation:
assurance that our work is not in vain.

Like a dog who’s been mistreated;
kicked to the curb and struck with a cane-
I snarl and snap from my safe corner
and hate the mailman much the same.
huntAblunt Feb 2017
Oceans full of tears
have been shed
when mothers cried
the whole world slept
and fathers so upset
full of fears and doubt to fly
that time just passed on by

Rivers of pain floated
into the sea of blood
water foul of sickness and disagree
until it overturned so very loudly
that the govenor stated proudly

„Now it all comes to the end!
As flowers bend with rainfall
You cannot resist
Wtch the show!“

Disturbing advertisement of peace

Mothers keep on crying seas
that still are full of fears
and the world it has no ears
no eyes to see, no heart to feel
in mothers hearts embedded roses
will be dying in this world of steel

But the govenor chose this

„Advertisement needs an end!
Because the soldier need his hand
to load and fire, reload fire
to built a brutally hurting wire
so the unwilling enseated
cant leave the programme“

Otherwise he needed to get it off the station
but without some noise and pain
will there ever be a nation
glorious like ours, and gain
while the mothers dropping flowers?

Onto the fabricated plastic box
giving the last honour to her child

„Its a very special model, so
why had she cried?! Disturbing
the willing enseated mind refusers
she will bend their will, confuse us
We, that gloriously trodding on
the road of freedom!
To establish freedom means
to accept victims!“

Finally the question is
To whom does serve the system?

And the govenor again is stating proudly
like a schoolkid, loudly
to convince his teacher

„I know the answer!
Guess my preacher!“

„Well shout it right into the room.
Perhaps youre saved
and very soon we burried
the old enemies without doom
to finally establish peace!“

which will be a small bucket
filled with water hot as fire
to cool down a million souls

— The End —