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The western free-world
The humankind, I find,
Does not know where it stands.
And I would not even mind,
But I'm trapped inside it's hand.
They lust for peace and liberty,
For a happy life in harmony.
Spread them with death and misery,
With corruption, pain and heresy.
They hide their evil in politics,
Disguise Satan in currency.
Spend their lives learning new tricks,
To bring themselves to ecstacy.
Screw the voice of moral and ethics,
And while at it, why not privacy?
Don't need to care about the poor, hungry pricks
When you've got economical supremacy.
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Comments
Nanook Says:
In the first verse, fourth line, it should be "its" instead of "it's."
At any rate, on to the poem.
The syllabic rhyming is quite nearly perfect, and the language and theme are all very impressively put together. Favourited, I think.
Fitos Says:
I bloody love that last line. Though as I said "America" would have been a better title
AHAHAHAA!! No, but really, I like that "trapped inside its hand" Nice analogy.
Smiling Devil Says:
wow, this poem is just so good 0_o I've a long way to go
It's also so true... a shame really...
Ozzyturtle123 Says:
I like it!
Arazante3 Says:
I feel like I'm attending one of those cafe clubs where political poets read their poems in front of people. In other words, this would be good for that! I can't say I see too many poems like this, as most convey our personal feelings rather than observation of things around us (discluding nature). I think this flows nicely and kind of harshly through it's diction which makes it all that much better. Very good!