Raj Dronamraju


Hey Local Machine - Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Hey Local Machine!
I don't think you can afford not to look outside
Bury the hatchet with gauche friends
That's how a revolution begins

There's a crack in the orderly linoleum living arrangement
All of the molecules bored to death
From the community to the nation and beyond

The hours you and I must work
Would quiet the song of a nightingale
Its lovely renditions for wide awake youth at late night hours

Pinpointing the sympathy factor
Feeling sorrow for one's autobiography
That's how a revolution begins

Topic(s) of this poem: work


Comments about Hey Local Machine by Raj Dronamraju

  • Terry Craddock (1/7/2016 9:30:00 PM)


    'Pinpointing the sympathy factor
    Feeling sorrow for one's autobiography
    That's how a revolution begins'

    nice lines, I have a feeling though that most revolutions, which succeed have causes in social injustice and extreme poverty, when desperate people have much less to lose than potential gain, but there are many forms of revolution, social change, most just takes inevitable time to season :)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 7, 2016



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