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| By psiipilehto |
Vigilance is the price paid for liberty we
say &
Melt the midnight candle
Till the brain explodes
Worrying about dystopian futures
Becoming immediate realities
Wake up next morning
Already too haggard
for the hard day ahead .
Already on the edge
On espresso
Hit the Roads
Shame the shameless culprits
The Nazis ,
The pervy uncles &
Nervy mothers
Quote Dante , Kennedy & Dan Brown all
at once:-
The darkest places in hell are reserved for
those
who maintain their neutrality in times of moral
crisis.
No one listens.
Like the Germans once didn’t
How late is too late?
The twilight hits
The morale a
bit too
swift …
What if this struggle isn’t unique?
Just the disgruntlement of every
Angry
young person
Ever.
Maybe its all the coffee and student debt
A wilful distraction in lieue of personal poo
poo
Get pacified by dinner.
I was just hungry
For what? I still don’t know..
Tomorrow will be a better day
At least another day.
Then the midnight hits.
For PU's Midweek Motif Vigilance
Oh this poem really speaks to me. This is our daily inner conversation for cvertain. Tomorrow will, at least , be another day, though long-term future is not guaranteed. You have expressed this so well.
ReplyDeleteWow! IF THIS IS JUST ANOTHER CONVERSATION? It may be, in its most reason incarnation, but that isn't enough to squelch it. I say YES to those late night talks that lead to.acivism in the morning. This is a brilliant poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is always good to have an opinion...until a dictator takes control then best become invisible in the crowd.
ReplyDeleteThis kind of vigilance is so familiar, melting the midnight candle and feeling like my brain will explode with all the worrying. There’s so much to make us paranoid, but we can’t let those evil shameless culprits grind us down.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful to you for writing what I feel, how I fear and my resignation to another day.
ReplyDeleteOpen to so much tests but sustaining its strength will determine a place for itself to carry on to another day!
ReplyDeleteHank
My first time here I think... I liked this a lot - very rich piece of writing. I had a fresh spiky feel to it and such confident flow to it too. My favourite line for sure was:
ReplyDelete"Melt the midnight candle
Till the brain explodes'
I will certainly be back for more...
Months and months into what we are experiencing, I had hoped that feeling of angst would dissipate ... it hasn't. Great write.
ReplyDeleteAs others have said, very immediate to the moment and visceral.
ReplyDeleteWorrying times certainly need the words of the poet as steering wheels
ReplyDeleteNice one. Happy Sunday
Muchđź’–love
Someone wisely cautioned me years ago "Don't pole vault over mouse droppings!" For the most part it's worked.....but the droppings are seeming inordinately large of late!
ReplyDeleteYou capture the prevailing gloom and desperation. Courage mon vieux.
ReplyDeletewow you mentioned dystopian futures. yes, that is one of the subjects that come to mind at times. happy Sunday!
ReplyDeletePerfect!
ReplyDeleteYou nailed this one...gritty, raw and oh, so true!
ReplyDeleteI certainly relate to this. I spend time wondering about the future and exploring my creative side to silence world noise.
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