Feral minds grope blind for light,
avaricious constrictions in delusional flight;
know not honor, but numbing deceit,
with false gods laurels grandly replete.
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Oh wow, what a thought-provoking stunner, in a perfectly flowing presented piece. Erudite and engaging, in a dark (whcih is good!) way. Of course, the experience of remorse if perhaps a saving grace...for the observer, anyway. t x
A highly concentrated poem of real power on the modern disease, replete with vowel and consonant as well as standard rhymes, and a mercury smooth metre. Brilliant in form and content. I do wonder though if some of these people will have enough latent character to experience remorse somewhere down the road.
Truly, the pursuit of self-satisfaction at the expense of our fellows leaves us empty monsters grinding away on the downward spiral. I enjoyed your application of multiple rhyme schemes here.
Truly, the material world. While reading, I got the impression it was a snake you were also alluding to. That, indeed, is a parallel that I, as a reader can make. Many interpretations to this work. Intrigueing, curious...a flippin challenge is what it is! Good! ! xxElysabeth
You've painted a rather grim picture but no one can argue with the truth!
I often wondered why we think so often in opposites. I think you have supplied me with the answer: We can find so many examples of each. I have been reading poems by Richard Wilbur who has quite a few of 'opposite' poems which are interesting and amusing. Here is a shorter one: What is the opposite of road? I'd say the answer is abode. 'What's an abode? ' you ask, I'd say It's ground that doesn't lead away - Some patch of earth where you abide Because it makes you satisfied. Abodes don't take you anwhere, Because you are already there.