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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!
Cruelty at the core of it all!
| 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.
|| Posted on 2011-07-02 00:00:00 | by Kaddish | [ Reply to This ] || Cruelty at the core of it all! |
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.
Very thought provoking, challenging piece!
|| Posted on 2011-07-01 00:00:00 | by Kaddish | [ Reply to This ] || yes, it reads easier now with the typo fixed...i hate when i do that too..|
and damn spell checker misses half of those kinds of errors...
but it is good i guess that we can all kind of help each other out with those typos--
like having several built in editors...lol
and yes, those shows do that...and it is sad.
|| Posted on 2011-05-25 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || i don't know...i feel a sense of two lovers and fate...|
like a chess game...different moves..how will it all play out?
the battles, the tears...love's scorn...can we get through all the bad stuff with enough good to win the war, get the prize..
give up our pride enough to compromise?
i like the end...peace could be an ending..or else cruelty is too strong...and will eliminate the dove....
lots of angles to this...an interesting piece...
is that "false pride"?
i like the oxymoron of "futile determination"
works well...maybe love is futile, impossible..
and in the end just plain cruel.
|| Posted on 2011-05-25 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |