Renounce
Why do we follow the lost,
For it is us who incur cost,
The ones with anger to bait,
The muddled souls of hate.
We know it’s a lie,
Yet still look on and sigh,
A failed leader’s mission,
Truths of parochial vision.
A crowd of like-minded,
Compliant nectar of the blinded,
The fruits of the sheep,
A path of least friction runs deep.
I renounce that which is old,
Discredited, weary and not bold,
It is not from without that I fear,
But those internal opinions held so dear.
It doesn’t function anymore,
You know wisdom’s your core,
Don’t be like the rest,
It is time to accentuate your best.
I dream of the day,
You will see things another way,
Until that moment is now,
Hope you resolve to discover how.
www.whenwallsbecomebridges.com
Please bear with my “Google English”
Even though I have very limited knowledge about English Prose and poetry (taught in the school from grade 5 to 10) – something get confused between these two subjects also!), present poem (another headache – what is the difference between poetry and poem – anyway, do not want to be THE expert in EVERY SUBJECT. In my current profession, I require “Jack of all, master of none” kind of skill ( a kind of) appears to be relatively easy to understand your expression and the human factor that each and every (probably) poet/writer desires i.e. you people are like oil lamp which are there to illuminate other thousands of lights (i.e. a ray of hope for people who are “depressed” due to various factors – controllable / uncontrollable).
Dear Anil;
Thank you for joining the discussion.
I think any art form is subject to the interpretation of the receiver of it. I appreciate you taking the time to consider how my words resonate with you and I am honoured.
Stuart