Devaluation of Life
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
A Painting by Peter Bruegel
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"There are worshippers under the sun, whose eyes spread like newspaper gossips"
--from Observing Nakedness
Monday, November 7, 2005
This prison was constructed with bricks of freedom
Where tortured love is paraded, naked and prostituted,
Where trust is violated and light wanders for a home,
Where curtains gather fresh creases in blood and white...
No, this is not a kingdom of oil!
Nor a garden of gold!
This is a place where blood is de-colored in soil,
This is a place where hatred is an art bought and sold.
A place where freedom is looted, 'coz there're no pearls or gem-stones,
A place where women and children are sold
For the price of their kidneys and bags of bones
A land praying for a dry and fissured sky to fold.
Champions of freedom have so far overlooked this dung-heap;
One day air 'll ignite and turn life into oil, and so they wait and weep.
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Interesting subject
Abdi-Noor
Will it take that--a catastrophe, or major disaster, or riots in the streets as in France, the air itself igniting in The Apocalypse perhaps--for humanity to get once and for all that human life is the oil? It seems time and again it does take crisis, something horrific must happen for us to turn to each other and say human life, people are more valuable than material goods. (And then there's the political landscape of selectively fighting for freedom one place and not others as though some humans are more valuable than other humans) I'm not sure if I truly grasped the poem, but its intense emotion drew me to that question and conclusion. I always enjoy a poem that makes me both feel and think. I like the structure of the poem, the parallels. ~~Nordette
a "Devaluation of Life". Sometimes the "Truth"
is ugly. I admire your courage to paint it so well Poet.
Love & Light,
Joseph
This poem makes my heart pump knowledge to interpret the affairs of mankind, and ponder the "Devaluation of Life".
It is always a joyful moment to find a poem that leads the reader to
take a heedful look at his/her surroundings to ignite the dynamo of justice.
"Devaluation of Life" dresses its contents with a golden imagery of philosophic and poetic pictures.
Privileged and pleased; instructed and inspired under the light of
the intellectual brilliance of this masterpiece, titled,
"Devaluation of Life".
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Sage