Best Peopletruth Poems
Should the human tale
Become nothing more than a tear
Sorrow written quiet
In the dumb mouths of history
Grey within the sunlight
Dark inside the love
All proof to the conscience
We forgot
Where are we now in this grand future
When any child any where, dies of hunger
When medication controls the young
And sends it’s tendrils of disaffection into everyone
Should the human story, be written so
In entertainments celluloid war
Portrayed by the gangsters and bankster of bullet and blood
And marched upon the killing fields of propaganda
Is this us
Is this what we have become
To be governed and guided by the faceless
Bloated egos of wealth and greed
To be made ever less
And forced to live under their duress
Cowering now beneath our willing blindness
While the nameless skin tight skeletons
Beg us
For the mountains of food we store in supermarkets
We weep in the anguish of our souls, in silence
The truth carved among us
While we dedicate the boredom of our discontent
To the next phase of pressing entertainment
Should the human tale
Become nothing more than a tear
Sorrow written quiet
In the dumb mouths of history
We have become the weapons
And the finger trigger pull on them
For nothing more than mindless acquisition
To live in regret, this age of iron
To pass each day and each life
Burying the truth in an evidence of sand
We who lived
We who survived
Did so by the death, of our brother and sisters
In some far off and foreign land
Where out of sight
Became out of mind
I don't know you, how do you know me?
Never read the Book, just watched the History....
Channel? Is that what I do? When I write about you?
Is it true? Truth to be shown? True? Truth to be known?
What's that?
Of all the faces, spaces and brains
you coulda shoulda woulda landed on,
this is the one who's pretty head strong.
Two legs short, a little petite,
not always so but mostly sweet...
and the name is Long.
Know, it's not spelled wrong.either.
O! #$%#@# you say? Well how can it be?
Bright eyes, long hair and a dress on a hippie?
Nice. I guess we'll see.
But I don't know you... how do you know me?
PSsst...
~ I read your poetry~