Buxton Shippy

Rookie - 182 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Just Thinking - Poem by Buxton Shippy

All day long they sit on rotted rocks
Playing melodies for their captors;
Ears wide open but nothing heard
In this wilderness of gloom.
Slipping beneath the clouds of redemption,
These wretched souls remember
When blooded tributaries flow;
Even as seagulls danced on wet moons,
Counting years of tear-drops.
Carried on winds of progress,
They rise on serpentine laughter,
Even if concealed by greed and lusts.
Bellies lined with corruption
Become territories of bewilderment;
Babies' cries go unnoticed,
As coffers are filled with loots and spoils;
To murder comes easy,
Easier than fitting diapers.

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Comments about Just Thinking by Buxton Shippy

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2013 12:31:00 PM)

    really truth has been clothes on this, well writ and poeple should understand and think what is what.......I am debtor to have this kind of poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013



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