A Meditation On The Fate Of A Country Poem by Mathew Lewis
A Meditation On The Fate Of A Country
If we are meant to stand up,
What rebellion’s left to cry?
The dreams that we have found,
Scattered on scrap heaps
Number generations high.
What legacies are left?
What sweetened history’s ours?
What opaque truth the text books tell,
What romances do we allow?
Distilled by crisp green memories,
And calmed by passive times,
What art we’ve made in ignorance,
OH WHAT SUBMISSION TO THE BLIND!
Our last breath was breathed with ignorance,
No rhyme’s as good as time!
Our last desultory glance
Was meant to pay in kind.
What shallow circumspection!
What clear committed crime,
The lines long drawn in sand
Exist only now in minds.
What stupid blind ambition!
The words...
...when wrought
Cut flesh.
An uttered declamation,
(No matter how it’s said)
In time will breed reaction,
No words are ever dead!
What future we have breached!
What broken rule of time.
Hope is bright but dulls so easily,
A truth that’s proved by lies.
What is it that we’ve really lost?
Was there ever anything to hide?
Nothing less, I’m sure, than what we had before,
No more substantial than tears that we have cried.
How strange it is to feel fear,
How alien this ground!
For one grown up post-car-bomb-blasts,
How real that past is now.
How sudden our postmodern world!
How philosophically blind!
With solid hearts we mouth the words,
But we’ll never speak our minds.
So it seems we’ll read the comics,
And we’ll joke about headlines.
We’ll pretend, for the sake of sanity,
That everything is fine.
But one day from the scrap heap
The dreams of idealists will rise.
And our memories will wake once more,
And we’ll remember the reason for the fight.
Till then; the words of dreamers
Cannot be allowed to die.
Words used well are far too precious
To be absorbed by lies.
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4/18/2024 7:45:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How sudden our postmodern world! How philosophically blind! With solid hearts we mouth the words, But we’ll never speak our minds. Yes you are right, it is hard to speak own mind people would look at you with wide eyes and nod the yes, but then you might not see them again.To raise one's voice towards whom and what? We have the question marks, we have the reasons but we have to try much harder if we want to find The answers..But the fear of being seen as mad just force us to keep a mouth shut. So better to keep write, big difference when you don't see their laughing eyes..Who knows might come to inspire someone..