Minds To Breach
Oh, old photograph that hangs
On the factory cafeteria wall,
Everyday enticing me to enter
Your era your environment
Minds to breach
To Reach into your inner feelings.
To focus upon you all standing
At your work benches and machines,
To probe your entrenched way of life,
Minds to breach
While wearing military expressions
Inanimated frozen within your time.
Where an image extracted without pain
Yet all gathered without a single smile.
Slaves to the mystical magical device
An invention for in time one does dwell,
Minds to breach
Waiting for the hooded photographer.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment