Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Panic Room

Panic Room

The game of the century
Is running amok
If mankind survives
It will just be by luck

The tree of knowledge
Our freedom of choice
Both a curse and a blessing
In the awareness of life

We have sold our hearts
To the culture commercial
Of unattainable adverts
Feeding the need and living on greed

As ego sucks on our insecurities
We charge on a head
Waving out bounteous flags
Of progress

Our cradle a dumping ground
Our home an ashtray
As we bury our conscience
In our own mausoleum of boredom 

Hidden away in our panic room
Padded with money
Frantically seeking the very next meaning
Addicted to the thrill of purpose

And our own children
Have no other answer other than this
Or dogmatic confusions
Which offer them bliss

All constructed to deny the moment of death
And life goes forgotten
We live in a prison
Fed by our need and living on greed

Comfort and health
Are now the province of wealth
While the poor have to struggle
To maintain bone, blood and muscle

And until we see past our sea of possessions
Their life spans of economies made for
The wreckage and hollow shells
Of our own no more use for

We will remain mere “profit cells”
For corporate materials
Of industrial
Pharmaceuticals

Hiding away in the panic room
Padded with money
Frantically seeking the very next answer
To a society which has no more purpose

All constructed to deny the moment of death
While life goes on forgotten
We live in our own unsatisfied prison
Fed by our need and living on greed

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Carolyn Devonshire February 20, 2009 at 2:04 PM Colin, the title caught my attention and, boy, can I relate. I like the image of a "panic room padded with money." Greed is one of the seven deadly sins, isn't it? Love this poem, very well constructed. And thanks for reading "Hungry and Homeless Americans." I admire your talent, so your comments mean a great deal. Love, Carolyn

Kristin Reynolds February 6, 2009 at 2:33 AM Padded with money, eh? I think were in more of the "padded with newspaper" crew. lol I hear this - like I've said before, I'd much rather be living as the pioneers did, without all this extra, useless sh*t to occupy and steal our sense of light and purpose...I want Waldon. love, Kristin

Laurie Ginn February 5, 2009 at 11:34 AM hippie with land like ummm Robert Redford or Ted Turner. Cheesssyyy grins, Laurie

Laurie Ginn February 5, 2009 at 11:34 AM Personally I wouldn't mind the panic room padded with money. I hear you loud and clear Colin. Its a fight to keep separated. I had to make my oldest get new tennis shoes, they were 2 years old and he prided himself that he was not materialistic, gosh they were embarrasing. I dont ask for much,,,,a thousand acres of forest with a home in the center, then I'll be happy I promise, can I have a horse too...maybe this is what youre talking about..look I try I DOoo. I just want to be a well dressed