THEO RAY


Mass Production - Poem by THEO RAY

On the road to Damascus,
with a cross in my hand,
a crown made from barbwire,
acid rain fills the land.

on the road to Damascus,
blood running down my face,
metallic thunder,
the stretch of highways,
the factories and chemicals
made,
upon the ground of Indian graves,
as the mechanical wheel,
burns and turns the oil
gained, 'All the live long day'-
'All the live long day'-
The smoke stacks are old
and gray, upon the industrial
stage,
'All the live long day'-
'All the live long day'-
and the only song sung,
are the angry war drums,
through the mass production of
guns, and the mass slaughter of
sons,
'All the live long day'-
'All the live long day'-

On the road to Damascus,
was all I could write,
on a single page,
through the course
of night.

On the road to Damascus,
Hiroshima, changed....by
the Atomic Age,
an opera of chaos
waged,
and the picture
was framed,
on a news paper
saved,
under an old ashtray
with coffee stains,
while the Glen Miller
Band was played....

On the road to Damascus,
was all I could write,
on a single page,
through the course
of night, near the
window, by candle
light,
untill, the truth took
hold, and words sprung like
gold, while the snow outside
was bright,
veiled, by the moon's
glow,
as the winter sky....
moaned,
casting it's crown,
with a winded
sigh,
the
stars
shimmered,
most
high.


Comments about Mass Production by THEO RAY

  • Veteran Poet - 1,244 Points Marieta Maglas (1/7/2010 1:50:00 PM)

    Hiroshima, changed....bythe Atomic Age

    nice prosaic poem, nice message (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 7, 2010


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