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Fourth World
You can have a mobile phone before food
You can have access to cigarettes before access to health care
You can have disease before immunisation
You can have a stealth bomber before a cure for cancer
You can see blood before a teacher
You can hold firearms before a child
You can taste ash before succulent steak
You can hear anguish before popular music
Surrounded by abhorrent opulence
We clutch desperately at empty things
Objects accrete in meaningless volume
Like numbers in a millionaires bank balance
I apologise for the bleakness of this poem, I promise to return to things more saucy and upbeat in the near future. This just happened to spring from my fingertips this morning. Thank you for sharing.
You can have access to cigarettes before access to health care
You can have disease before immunisation
You can have a stealth bomber before a cure for cancer
You can see blood before a teacher
You can hold firearms before a child
You can taste ash before succulent steak
You can hear anguish before popular music
Surrounded by abhorrent opulence
We clutch desperately at empty things
Objects accrete in meaningless volume
Like numbers in a millionaires bank balance
I apologise for the bleakness of this poem, I promise to return to things more saucy and upbeat in the near future. This just happened to spring from my fingertips this morning. Thank you for sharing.
Published 18th Mar 2015
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- Edited 18th Mar 2015 9:27pm
18th Mar 2015 8:50pm
sometimes things make sense
sometimes the world is spinning
sometimes we just are
it's been a hot minute since i've seen your face around these parts! :) nice to see you again.
sometimes the world is spinning
sometimes we just are
it's been a hot minute since i've seen your face around these parts! :) nice to see you again.
19th Mar 2015 8:23pm
Thank you Minerva, this just suddenly spilled from my fingertips after a conversation with a stimulating friend.
18th Mar 2015 11:33pm
No need to apologize, Frank. This is a powerful look at sick priorities. I always look forward to your more puckish entries, but this will do quite well for now! Now where's my shotgun...
19th Mar 2015 8:24pm
I think you have a better title there in your comment Crowfly - I really like 'sick priorities' that is very clever!
Thank you for stopping by, I apologise for not getting around to reading yours and others brilliance on here, life has been a tad insane lately.
Thank you for stopping by, I apologise for not getting around to reading yours and others brilliance on here, life has been a tad insane lately.
19th Mar 2015 2:01am
I agree with Crowfly, except I don't have a shotgun..perhaps some uncooked pasta could do the trick.
Anything you put up will be well received. You're brilliant.
Anything you put up will be well received. You're brilliant.
19th Mar 2015 8:27pm
Aw thank you looloolookie - I am honoured by your reading of my works.Thank you so much for dropping in! :)
25th Mar 2015 8:07pm
I really like this. You make some very strong points. Points that need to be made.
26th Mar 2015 8:32pm
Thank you Sammy - written in a state of gentle despair at the passing of a beautiful friend - one of those moments when you rail against nature (human or otherwise).
27th Mar 2015 9:50am
I am so sorry for your loss Franko. This is a powerful rebuttal to the situation. I hope the best for you.
