Blood Drowns And We Are Only Dust Poem by Kevin Patrick
Blood Drowns And We Are Only Dust
This moral landscape of provincial philosophies
Provides no refuge for heterodox tendencies
So let us sanction group-thought to put in to reason
The axle hearsay of hive mind Recriminations
For fools band together and sheep become a danger
exalts the vitriolic furor that patriotism enables
Peer pressure nurtures persecution as majority’s first rule
Only acceptance can change the differences between them and us
and though our blood drowns we are only dust
A poem so deep that took me almost an hour to read and not sure yet to fully understand with mind. But I think my soul may have got it, if I am mistaken please forgive me. Indeed. We cannot fight the majority, but we can try to understand and accept the diferences. It may be the only way for a peaceful existence...The dust alone could hardly kill, but our blood, if not controlled could easy take a life. Thank you for share, it felt nice forcing a sleeping mind stand on its feet for a while.
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4/26/2024 1:18:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you Kelvin for highlighting such an issue so nicely in your poem..... very nice