Dirty Science Poem by Tamara Beryl Latham
Dirty Science
They gather at the folding table
like a murder of crows,
sitting on a rocky ledge,
or evil gatekeepers of extermination
cawing out orders of extinction.
Dressed in white, she stands before them.
They eye her with disdain
collectively trumpeting: 'Who are you? '
'Do you actually believe you are worthy? '
During a segment of her life there were several in authority
who took credit for her work, but no credit was given to her.
'We are the ones who hold the power for recognition.'
'You deserve nothing and that is exactly what you will receive.'
Although endless years of toil accomplished much,
at that time everything was stolen from her.
Yet, she persisted, tearless,
defiantly knowing that justice would strike
at the midnight hour
against those who consciously practice dirty science.
A griping poem, telling as to the depths of madness darkness will use to justify itself!
Thank you for your input, Rob. I appreciate your analysis. : -)
This poem is a compelling protest against ethical corruption and the misuse of power, using dark imagery to expose injustice within authoritative systems. The quiet strength of the central female figure makes the poem emotionally powerful and morally resonant.
Thank you for your review. I certainly appreciate you taking time to read and reply. : -(
This poem powerfully exposes institutional injustice through dark, striking imagery and a bold symbolic framework. The silent resilience of the woman and her faith in eventual justice give the poem strong emotional depth and moral authority.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A deeply poignant and very inspiring poem. Dirty science must always be abhorred and condemned. Indeed, justice would strike at the midnight hour and in God's own time. A meaningful poem well expressed.
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