Here is a hard-hitting piece of free verse from our resident Irish poet, A.D. This offering speaks of the manner in which Capitalism exploits and diminishes the lives of the citizenry.
Summary from a Dark Place
The patchwork sky is undecided, hold or release
Trees wait patiently and shuffle in anticipation
Troubled minions flit and fight, almost oblivious
As the World turns unabated.
The wireless whispers
that which I already know
Miles from here
Strong clammy stained hands clutch at life
Steal it away
The imbalance continues to exasperate
The hypocrisy continues to deal fate
And the State watches.
In their Green Rooms
the Capitalist actors laugh
And guzzle and sneer
And appear before the many
To lie and con
To confuse and manipulate
To determine our Fate.
Over there they waddle obesely overfed
While over there they starve and whither
And die
Nourishment denied
The parents too shrivelled to cry for the loss
The imbalance continues to exasperate.
‘Maximise Profit’ I hear them declare
And guffaw at consequence
Bloody good blokes affixing their yokes of debt
Onto slender weakened frames
With meek voices and doubts
Their dreams drowned out
By the ruthlessly ambitious louts
Who live for control
And the State plays its role
A knackered vehicle
That drives us all to ruin
Powered by incessant greed
The perpetual energy of a species
Not managed but damaged
Self-destructive tendencies
The self-harm of toxic invasion
The demoralization of the young
Abuse of the innocent, our future,
No real investment in our future.
But not miles from here
Behind closed doors
The unspeakable occurs
Children stare in horror at the dial
As the hours tick by the second draws near
The third and so forth
Helpless in the face of endless time
And the monsters are not born
But created by failures
Passed on and on and anon
The negative spiral spins ever faster
Fuelled by insatiable greed
Selfishness
Materialism
Consumerism
Egotism
Facilitated by blackened hearts and frenetic minds
Without conscience.
‘Maximise profit’ they declare and grab at dreams
Still growing still taking shape and mutate
The beauty into Capitalist ugliness
And the State watches.
And partakes.
Antán Ó Dála an Rí
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Here’s another chance to read a piece of protest verse from the resident poet of Rebel Voice. In this the author speaks of the injustice that is part and parcel of Capitalism.
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Thank you..I love this!
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Thank you, Patricia, for your kind words, and glad you enjoyed the verse.
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