A poem I wrote this morning
Posted: March 4th, 2011, 10:24 pm
Another forum I post on started a thread called "Liberty Poetry" or something along those lines. I haven't written much poetry for decades, but this came out pretty well, I think.
I mean it isn't anything great, but it all was written in about 5 minutes - so what I mean by "it came out pretty well", I mean that it flowed from me pretty quickly, which I like, because it feels less artificial, more real. Anyway, critique if you want, hopefully it connects with somebody.
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The most important thing you learn in school,
is to obey, to play the fool,
Your team's the best, you'll hate all others,
Rise and shout against your brothers.
The conditioning that you're receiving,
Ends with fathers, mothers, grieving.
The team spirit you felt as you watched the cheerleaders,
Becomes false patriotism led by fear leaders.
As faceless men keep track of scores,
on football fields and endless wars,
we need to learn who gets the gain,
from bringing other people pain.
We'd find much in common with the other team,
our teachers all we'd find obscene,
They plant in us the need to hate,
based on boundaries they create.
Male vs. female, young vs. old,
black vs. white, we've all been sold,
a new kind of slavery, the chains they are making
are forged from the rubble of nations breaking.
We outnumber our masters ten thousand to one,
Once the wakening has begun,
Then those who truly we should condemn,
Will hold no power o'er their fellow men.
I mean it isn't anything great, but it all was written in about 5 minutes - so what I mean by "it came out pretty well", I mean that it flowed from me pretty quickly, which I like, because it feels less artificial, more real. Anyway, critique if you want, hopefully it connects with somebody.
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The most important thing you learn in school,
is to obey, to play the fool,
Your team's the best, you'll hate all others,
Rise and shout against your brothers.
The conditioning that you're receiving,
Ends with fathers, mothers, grieving.
The team spirit you felt as you watched the cheerleaders,
Becomes false patriotism led by fear leaders.
As faceless men keep track of scores,
on football fields and endless wars,
we need to learn who gets the gain,
from bringing other people pain.
We'd find much in common with the other team,
our teachers all we'd find obscene,
They plant in us the need to hate,
based on boundaries they create.
Male vs. female, young vs. old,
black vs. white, we've all been sold,
a new kind of slavery, the chains they are making
are forged from the rubble of nations breaking.
We outnumber our masters ten thousand to one,
Once the wakening has begun,
Then those who truly we should condemn,
Will hold no power o'er their fellow men.
