|
Noise; Just Noises
by Jared OrlandoOur blue skies are over
And we see only gray fire
Vast seas of populace moreover
Have lost all desire
To get off our knees a-bleeding
To climb such a said mountain
Knowing the other side
Heeds such a healing fountain
No matter the reward
Our motivation exists not
White wall crazes we remain
Permanently glued to the same spot
Where we hang on for revolution
Not budging until it’s here
In our mind there remains a time
In the future lacking fear
Of tyrannical giants
That loom over aching heads
Who laugh in spite of all
Around them who have bled
On the steps you see the poor
With nothing more than dirty hands
Let the red tie ones feed you
With expensive, deceiving plans.
03/16/2009 Posted on 03/16/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/09 at 08:29 PM The imagery in this is quite staggering at times. It feels quite relentless as it builds up steam, and then just as suddenly draws to a close. I really liked this. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/16/09 at 11:51 PM At this rate we're all going to starve! MFS |
| 