Kevin Patrick

(Taurus / Ontario)

A celebrity Died


A celebrity died on Saturday night
Though I reserve tears ducts for someone I care
Such as the millions who suffer in Sudanese Camps
and the victims that litter the streets of Duma
Fighting the valiant steps of dignity
That we in the west only take as born circumstance
As something that's inherent and forgotten in retrospect

Ill take my tears for someone I believe
And make an ocean for millions that are screaming for change
Like that Chinese artist who the police have kicked in
Because he dare question the state of Beijing
And now has his head in a tight tunicate
Suffering from lesions and prolonged aneurisms
This man I will cry for because he something you and I
Have forgotten when democracy has been forgotten in time
That those who don't have it, will parish for it


A celebrity died yesterday
And the world did not change

Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2012

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  • Yash Shinde (4/5/2014 11:00:00 AM)

    .lovely poem, truly provoking and sensational...................truly insightful yet true........ (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (3/6/2013 1:29:00 PM)

    I like your style of writing here. It is a provoking poem that makes a valid emotional stand! X (Report) Reply

  • Kaila George (6/12/2012 11:25:00 PM)

    This is so true about humanity, I mean men of war are so cruel when they are being orderded by dictators that think they are god, and yes perhapes a celebrity did die, but if they are the kind of person that can touch your soul and many others with there work songs or poems then is that not worth a tear, if you look pass the profile and look into the soul then yes... I would cry for a celebrity, but they have to be the kind of person that you know you want to be like, hmmm babbling again...but very insitefull this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Ace Of Black Hearts (2/13/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    Fame is only temporary.
    Depravity longs to be forever.
    But still the world has not chosen.
    Man over god I think I heard someone say.
    But it not a god in the religious sense.
    But a false idol that never should have been worshiped in the first place.
    I'm not a religious man by an means, some would call me agonistic in my views and opinions.
    But I do believe there is a god.
    I just don't believe in the organised religion or the church.

    Anyways Good Poem. (Report) Reply

  • Sharon Smith (2/13/2012 9:01:00 PM)

    There is a reason for everything kevin. The death of that celeb. could have stopped your brother, sister, friend..from dying the same way. If you knew it did, would her death bring on a different meaning for you?
    Just look at how it is affecting you now! ! Yes, I agree that she is no more 'important' than those in other circumstances, just because she was in the spotlight, but ALL happens for a reason and I believe that her death will change some people's 'worlds' also. (Report) Reply

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