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Psycho Earth/The Sword Half Empty
by Foretacn
Writer
12 years ago
Moral cracks.
I look at the anthrax
That power procreational
Finds recreational excursions
Justifiably self-explainable
In a particular syntax,
Call it "counter-terror",
State "insurgents"
Whether it be
Ukrainians or
Contemporary Persians
Or that treasonable error
Of slighting Authoritarians
Or some sadistic glee
Or some pre-emptive
Murder, effectual
As proven by images
A,B, C, D and E
Of a missile being
Posted with an
Accuracy worthy
Of the millions
Of dollars, pounds
Or other current currency
That suits the running theme
Of some ageless, failing fallacy
That violence, being human, being humane, being
Part of the "we", as a people, as nations, against our flag's calumny
We need all raise our sabres, missiles, militaristic hegemonies over an untrustworthy flashpoint
Of disorder, being unanimously unruly, guilty" all plea of having particular, pernicious, impertinent opinions
Such as a want for autonomy of moralistic conduct, the way we dress, pray, love, not to be to the constructs on chessboards that we all built on corpses
That we try all to repress, think Not of the cannons and shot and the cutlass that won your culture a pawn
In the globalised gameplay of Societal darwinism that the caucasian white ape, possessing better
The odds has annexed for
The histories, pen the world's
Millennia of Archives, citing
Byron and Brutus and the
Bolsheviks to robber Barons
Through dynamite through
Dynamism and males in
Stovepipe shaped hats
Sending grub-gangs of
Minors to scamper past
Presses and threshes
And lathes and whistling
Steel, whilst the well-
Heeled become factual
As a part of the progress
Part of the impossible
All the world's hype in
One dream that a certain
Type of human, be it
Pale, testicled and
Hetrosexual could
Cusp the globe in the
Cup of two hands?
Of course, we've all
Grown now, innovating
As people, no sub-
Pars when everyone
Is an asset in chains,
Every cog and facet
No need for empires
And divine merit now,
No, we have a better
Route for the people,
Call it philanthropic
If you will - that our
Each of our nations
And races and
Cultures and divine
Incarnations that
Lionise our images
And call ourselves
Alpha and the Omega
The beginning and the
the end of all human
Sanity; raise our
Blades as
one.
/by all means, comment, like, watch and reply with feedback (negative is just as helpful as positive) - I love to hear from you :)/208
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Well no, I'm not a songwriter - just an unemployed student for the present with a bundle of dreams and truly no idea with what to do with myself in the coming years. Songwriting is a really sweet idea though, thanks for handing it over.
And hey! You have your moments of acute exquisition yourself!
That's something which nabbed my attention and made me smile.
Moreover, the metaphors and the exquisite dance of words you have orchestrated like a meticulous ballet-master or choreographer of verbosities certainly deserves some appreciation.
The first line "Moral Cracks" provided a direct penetration into the entrails of the poem. Good choice to start with.
I also enjoy how you took the time to demonstrate violence as part of the human nature. After all, violence and war is part of the human nature, that is indubitable. What differentiates the brute from the gentleman is the battlefront he chooses, however.
The ending was also very moving and it possessed a serious impact.
There are a few things I feel forced to spot, for example the typo "hetrosexual" as the correct term would be "heterosexual" .
There certainly is some... potential in you, undoubtedly. You are talented, an exquisite and overtly finespun jewel of potential. With needed encouragements, I am sure you will reach far.
You have my commendations.
~Ed-