People sinning, bad men grinning,
a world of flux and spam
To fight the horrid, slow the torrid,
the smart ones have a plan.
By election, or selection,
you'll be part of this fight
Poked and prodded, shame allotted,
they'll force you to ‘the light.'
Burned and scoured, endless glowers,
you wonder what comes next
They taunt and bait, incarcerate,
to make it all ‘correct.'
But nature vying, breaks the lying,
smashes cries of ‘hate.'
Strictures failing, soon travailing,
truth comes far too late.
Realization, not imagination,
you are just what I am.
People sinning, bad men grinning,
a world of flux and spam.
Yes, the times are grave. Sin is not a sin anymore. Strictures failing.. yes! Let us hope the world is not falling apart. Happy New Year, dear poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can't be more poetically realistic than this! A great poem that so correctly and perfectly describes our times. A true masteripiece