Carol Eastman Poet Free verse

Loss of Innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...

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David Byrne February 4, 2012 at 9:35 PM Alas, we live amongst barbarians !

Ralph Taylor January 29, 2012 at 9:14 AM Excellent piece, Carol. Sad but true. Great job. Thanks for your comments. Best to you and yours. Have a great week. luv Ralph

Jack Horne January 28, 2012 at 1:16 PM Love this sad and moving piece, my friend. Many congrats on your wins : )

William Crocker January 28, 2012 at 12:27 PM Carol,A beautiful poem well written.I'm sure that each person that reads it has different thoughts.Crossfox

Heidie Buys January 26, 2012 at 9:29 AM Well written and very poignant. You capture the sense of desolation very well. xoxo

Brenda Victoria Northeast January 25, 2012 at 11:16 PM Yes we live in a dog eat dog economy- sorry dogs- i love dogs- but the ruthless pursuits of riches is so destructive- well said Jesus-The 'love ' (maybe it should read LUST of) of money is the ROOT of all evil. many blessings and God's grace to you, Bren : ) I like what Mohammed wrote about 'umbrellas and the banks! Good one!

Carol Sunshine Brown January 25, 2012 at 7:41 AM I wish I had a better understanding on the forms of poetry so I could give you a clear confident comment on your writing. I will tell you I do love reading poetry. I thank you for sharing yours today I enjoyed reading it Carol. Love, Carol

Mohammad Yamin January 24, 2012 at 10:55 AM This elegant poem is based on the truth of banking industry. The malady is well projected. Bank's lust for profits is no secret. They don't care who lives and who dies, they want their pound of flesh. Whoever said, "Bankers are the people that lend you an umbrella when the weather is fair and take it back when it rains". -Mohammad