Totalitarian poets wash bloody hands clean,
Like terroristic allies of subservient cadres,
Slapping faces, muting the voice of dissent,
Hiding madness behind corporate decrees.
Falling like the blossoms of a cherry tree,
Spiraling down literary mineshafts unread,
Hyperbole infested masses cast their foe,
Leaving only the dead to bury their dead.
Copyright 2008. John Rockie Coppolella. All rights reserved.
May the Lord be with you - always.
Your Italian Brother in Christ,
Giovanni Michaelangeo
Others, just kill people because they are there.
Georg
I have reasons to think that the author meant, "DESPOTS" ~ for
"poets" don't fit the subject dealt.
The mind of a Poet is a creative engine of beauty, wonders and grace to diffuse love, harmony; to learn and to teach; to instruct Solons and to inspire kings and Sovereign queens; to defend art and the language; and to stimulate intuition and imagination.
I like this striking composition for its poemization and poetic voice. "Anno Domini" challenges my political and historical engines.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
You'r line, "Falling like the blossom of a cherry tree" is vivid, beautiful, and metaphorically brilliant... what's good and lovely, being cast aside down ugly tunnels... just brilliant. --Charlie
way to be heard is to take to the streets. Good, thoughtful, provocative...
-gene.
Regis