We muddle through our lives As is if nothing else mattered Many unaware of those who fear Much more in life than we will ever endure War, poverty, torture, suppression While we, the liberated, ring the bells of freedom Sons and Daughters Mothers and Fathers Lives to lose Lives to save Voices of pleas and prayers Governments wish to ignore And hope would fade away As the capitol city’s evening light dims Who are we to say Who has the right to be heard.Those who voices have fallen silent Must rise upward and triumph once again Freedom, harmony Is the ultimate goal Sovereignty, liberty Will rescue our soul. similarity ends in comparison metaphors damage the fantasy mysteries deepen the anger i have against your oily whispers a day is not a dream the sun rises into the red of your passion curling against the body of careless curiosity we have nothing: only frosted memory and rusty verbs all emotions frozen all words merely echoes hey you word-impaired poets shocking innocence of your lies damn us all irony resting along your yawns call me cruel: we are our own suspicion concocted like conventional adjunct of unreturned lust.
I love the way you don't use puncuation yet still capitalize words. This poem is full of solemn, and uncontrollable anguish. I love it.
