Description: Gosh I hadn't written anything since the prison fire, that's to say last year. I reckon my vestigial traces of my so-called inspiration are only fuelled with either injustice or stupidity.
I did not write this out of jealousy or resentment for God knows I wouldn't for the life of me like to be in their shoes. Nevertheless, I feel repulsed by the relentless yearning for playing with the under-privileged.
It'd be nice if you could tell me what you think of this and what makes you feel. I would return the favour in the long run.
Deceiving Golden Broadcast Stupidity -------------------------------------------
A rooster in the morning
Waking a thousand wannabes
Eager to be enslaved,
To make their best
In fake bubble built to blow up.
Fierce battles are fought,
Endless tears dropped,
Tons of sweat wasted,
For a cheap war yielding:
Many casualties and a feigned prize
Lives played in a chess game
Where three use the board
At the very end, false praise is spoken,
Futile determination instilled,
And a dove with plastic olive branch is the award!
Oh then it reminds me of "Just Dance", a reality show in our India where two terribly overweight women judge and thumb down the lithe talents. everybody knows that the honourble judges will never be able to move a leg properly themselves.. so yuck!!!!
Now i understand the poem perfectly,,, it fits and describes the context very well and really makes one hate all these delusional cheap games.
True! But i wonder what is at the core of cruelty! Now this question can severely irritate anyone... why the thinking humanity never cease asking the insatiable questions. What is at the core of atom, molecule, nucleus, nano particle............
What is at the core????
This poem raises many good points. It is both comprehensive and dense in its sweep.
It also brought crazy ideas to my mind. I guess when three persons are playing chess, IN FACT only one person is playing, the third one.