Below is the poem entitled Zucotti Park is Occupied which was written by poet
landon-lane. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Time is indifferent to our words
And Time does not heal wounds
Made by the careless lash of sound
In fury - or by corrupted Law.
Set heart deep in Purpose without direction
Stretching on without surcease
Bias for the ages thrown away.
Time does not reveal layers of honesty
Without a costly step to rest
Or try to grow without the sun...
And we can live a thousand hours
In a handful of breaths
To no avail in any mind committed.
Weren't they here for us..To protect and serve?
Time does not explain the immediate pain
That cuts so deep we do not bleed,
And cannot heal because of need....
Because of liars and deathless greed
Made by those selfish few
Lounging still in ease...
Time does not reshape the truth
Or shows us how to face a reality armed with teeth
Or tells us how to draw a line
Beyond whatever binds us to believe..
And give us "leave" to Occupy
What must be filled apace...a living, breathless race.
Time does not grant instant understanding;
Incomprehensible, the scope of deceit
Improbable, the Rule of Law prevailing
For none of us...for all of them
Across their newly minted Bridge of Moral Sins
Destruction created from financial quicksand and filth
Time does not respect the Norm
All twisted out of space - of form and resaoned madness
Due process tainted deep beyond repair..
Gaping wounds bound up in plastic trashbags
Where only wealth will hide despair,
Hide the rotting corpse that is Society
The differences to hold the mark - leaving children homeless
To catalog us all around forever
How to try beyond a single doubt
To "free" us - one and all - by stealing everything.
Weren't they here for us as promised - to protect and serve...?
Let Freedom ring; let all the young lions sing
In acapella rendition of whatever seems important
And echo every single broken pledge
Back at the ones who broke them.
Make them pay - make them explain away
Deception - abomination..
Occupy the Wall Streets in their Living Rooms..
Their longest day
Watch them slither fast away from sunlight
Hiding under dark, wet rocks.
Occupy their rotted souls
And watch them die of blame..
We will protect and serve ourselves.
And serve them up a meal of shame.