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Open Poetry #32

Anthem of Decadence

Kevo
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since 2004-06-02

Posts 466
Navarro County, Texas, USA

0 posted 2004-06-19 03:20 AM

Anthem of Decadence

Silence golden,
soured by masses
bent on urban existence,
has all but vanished before
these disenchanted eyes.

How do we flourish?
Indeed it seems, at times,
we are but roaches
upon a crumb laden floor.

...Trampling each other,
vying for the meager scraps
we readily accept as life.

Scurry beyond
the road less traveled
until we battle upon
this only road traveled.

Spread your foul wings
and soar to the front
in want of your extra second.
In your eyes, I've nowhere to go.

Foolish pride, upon your back,
sings the song of decadence
while the anthem of our new day
trails from your conforming lips.

Seek not individualistic sovereign
but live amidst the festering nest
we have found fit to label "city".
Right?

Behold the masses to my front
as I bid for my existential position
upon this only road home.
Temptation my only friend
...and my only foe.

Where is this American Dream
we so readily defend?
Shall I find it upon
this gridlocked asphalt?

Shame on progress!
Shame on us!
For we all are
the roaches.

Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2004

wornways
Member

since 2001-10-18

Posts 204
CA, USA

1 posted 2004-06-19 03:39 AM

Roaches, perhaps, but certainly not the idealized rational animal we like to think ourselves to be. Maybe that's just it. Maybe we truly are just animals with big brains, and nothing really all that great. We have the unusual gift of rational. And, instead of using it to grow and progress as a species, we use it to fester in self-delusion and self-imprisonment. We use our gift to curse ourselves and our posterity. Yes, and that posterity will inherit a bitter, poisoned earth. How fun for them. Yet, they will never have known otherwise, and will accept their hell as status quo.

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I no longer ask who I am, or even what I am. It has dawned on me that there are no answers to such questions, except for our feeble-minded notions.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2004-06-19 04:54 AM

sad...but in a way so true

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