Brian Arguello

Rookie (hayward, ca)

Song Of Plato - Poem by Brian Arguello

Lets all play the song of Plato!
Dance beneath the golden halo!
Dabble in chance and dance the Plato dance!
Go long, carry your country atop of your back
Staring at your friendly enemy - attack
Drag your brother back,
At the ruler, shoot a glance
Beneath the golden halo, watch him do the Plato dance.

Dabble in chance
Forfeit mobility
Pent up hostility
For the Ruler at large
He is tall
Solid marble
What only he marvels
Men unravel like fleshy rolls of twine
Join him for a glass of wine

Lets all play the song of Plato
Dance beneath the golden halo
Where are your aspirations, on the floor or do they soar?
No matter no need for chatter, its not your chore.
Stop this pointless worry; praise the judge, disband the jury.
Anxiety kills, disband and scurry off towards the mill.
Turn the mill, turn the mill.

To each, one trade
For the sake of a gear
A lever, a knob
To each
Of a crass design
Join him for a glass of wine
Red like the meat of swine

Let them play that song of Plato.
Let them dance beneath the halo.
Can their chaos bring you order?
Stick in hand drawing lines in sand
Lines in sand that make our borders?
Power hoarders carving land
I am no sooth sayer, no seer,
But how can, in a broken mirror, the image be any clearer?
On the tier overlooks the Furor
Free of fear, overlooks the Furor
But math speaks loud, oh dear Furor
Yells and screams and behooves the Juror


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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