Frederic Parker Poet Free verse

Another Generation

A people lost  in time,     in the lands of Saladin.
Trapped in a slow world,  that's spinning faster.
Drowning in their confusion, they cry out,   
none are heard,   ears of hatred stay unaware,
they reap the harvest of fear, without mercy.

Seeking fruit from shadowed endeavors,
without form,  draped in death
Nursing on swollen breasts of religious fever,
nurtured by Ayatollas, who wear the tarnished key to heaven.

Preaching rage,
words are a cloak to be worn as protection.

Everyone hated but true followers of their religous zeal
books are burned, intelligence becomes dead leaves,
to be swept away with yesterday
by brooms of self-righteousness.

A Holy War,
where children suffer, their minds bent.

Another generation lost.

Another generation confused.

Another generation caught in a time,
they will never understand.



1/12/16

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Charlotte Puddifoot March 1, 2016 at 6:14 AM i've said it before, you're not only a writer of sonnets but a writer of very good free verse too, and this poem is evidence of that - repetition used to good effect, and effective imagery - it was a tough contest, well done!

Cyndi Macmillan February 25, 2016 at 9:16 PM Frederic! You wowed me. It was a hard contest to judge, but I have mentioned this gem on my blog. I'm putting up a link and hopefully more will follow in my wake. So much to like with this piece and I thoroughly enjoyed its content. Bold and passionate write, Poet. :) Please, if and when you can, drop by my blog. This blog, I do believe you'd enjoy. Cheers and thank you for entering this contest. Cyndi