Analysis (Election 2010)
Against the castles walls tonight
The broken assemblage of squires and knights
Dance around the damsel in delight
Her distress dispersing dreamers into fights
This America deserves a better show
While the bugles rage, against the muffled heart
The cold winds lean their grief to show
Look, now the citadel of hope falls slowly apart
No spleandour here for peasants
Though, just a long trek of silence into gloom
Against clamor of rancour incessants
Against the shallow weave of uncringeing doom
For what this gust and fuss long
Impaling our lives with emptiness and anxiety
I do not want to dance this song
It is too much noise, too much prise in vanity
I told him that people ought to be first
When he was giving all the sum to greedy corporations
He kept talking while the sick got worse
O we are so broken bereft of honor, bereft of visions
The splendor falls away from the mist
And shivering cold the day, polled and wearied
The workers insulted, stood to resist
The avalanche flow of words in which fools are burried
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment