Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Rose-Colored Glasses

Prayers can't feed starving children:
as bloated bellies can attest.
Yet, this truth's unpalatable:
near impossible to digest.

Dangled in front of hungry eyes,
promises, raise expectations.
And faith defies reality:
fueling false aspirations.

Predictions of times of plenty
are garnered from kernels of Hope.
And yet, seeds of conformity
are sown on a slippery slope.

Paradise is a fantasy:
fictitious; there is no such place.
But religions preach that there is:
struggling to maintain a straight face.

Rose-colored glasses tint our views:
lacking substance or solutions.
And so, we fortify belief:
through illusions and delusions.

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Line Gauthier May 26, 2018 at 8:07 PM Wonderful poem about injustice, Emile. Emile Pinet May 27, 2018 at 7:48 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Constance La France March 9, 2015 at 10:02 AM Emile, your poem is deep and profound and holds truth and sadness, well done and thanks for visiting my poetry today ~~ Emile Pinet March 9, 2015 at 10:26 AM Thanks again Broken wing, I always look forward to your visits. Emile.

Leo Larry Amadore March 8, 2015 at 9:06 PM Reality is usually quite difficult to accept. I liked your poem. Emile Pinet March 9, 2015 at 8:37 AM Thanks Leo, for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. Emile.

Jan Allison March 8, 2015 at 5:39 PM your poem packed a punch from start to finish Emile - oh to see a world with poverty eradicated -the 4th stanza hits home hard! a 7 from me:-) Hugs Jan xx Emile Pinet March 9, 2015 at 8:40 AM Jan, you are one of my stanches fans and I want you to know that reading your comments is a treasured part of my day, thank you so much. Emile.