Andy Wood
Newcastle Upon Tyne

All Of Us

Hope lies dead on the red carpet -
Fame has claimed it's sacrifice and
It's not a pretty sight.
Right place at the right time
For the taking of Death's wine
And a bone of discontent.
Now the eyes are open,
Gawping, mouths drooling
Axes grinding.
The bandwagon is lumbering
Towards oblivion and we
Could have avoided this,
Still, we choose blindness
When it suits us,
Languid, ecstatic and nauseous
From It's soma.
Once young and impetuous and full of life and wonder,
Now virtually dead.
One night.
One street.
One fight.
One knife.
One heart.
All of us
Murderers and murdered.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Fay Slimm 19 September 2008
Voicing communal blame in a very potent way. Well written.I totally agree, fondly from Fay.
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Abhishek Bhattacharya 11 August 2008
wow ANDY! your poem is very good. u write regularly? ?
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