[Lubesh]

In these dead man's fields
Streams of torture breathes
And runs the hollow inlets

In this dying world
Much is food for thought
which escapes needy mouths

In so far as we
have progressed - in vain,
intelligence has wounded many

We pillage our tired lands
Leave them starving, baron, empty,
politicians become absent farmers

Till voting day

On voting day
The shortsighted amass
On voting day
Promises swell our bellies
On voting day
The sun shines high
Water flows
The next fifty years evaporate
into a dulled insignificance
as will the candidates,
immediate family and
responsibilities

We are on our own

Again...

Till voting day

[Venomous Vixen]

Wow Lu, I love this. (haha but you know I am all for the political pieces) The tempo change mid poem is great, almost like a march to the polls for the one day we feel we can change things... I got a feeling of politicians empty promises here, all forgotten as soon as votes are cast. Actually it really is rather sad and you stated it so well. Very well done m'dear.

[colinbaker62]

The metaphors you employ are excellent for the purposes of delivering the intended message (at least how I interpreted it). And for sure, the 'shortsighted' are currently in the majority.

It can only be hoped that ignorance (i.e. lack of true, objective knowledge), at some stage in the future, will pass into socially scientific knowledge. I have every confidence that future generations will indeed, develop a mass consciousness with the aim of changing the world for the good of the majority (and hopefully all) of the human species.


Another great work with a noble content.


Colin

[Lubesh]

Thank you bri and colin.yes u interpreted well.

[RENA HANDS]

Electrifying submission.

[Lubesh]

Thanks rena!