Robert Burgan

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points (Chicago)

The Build - Poem by Robert Burgan

When paradise got destroyed we were sitting behind our TV sets
Wondering how the world got this way
The generation gap became a gaping hole, the gaping hole turned into a void
The void became the soul
Knowledge poured from electronic devices through the fingertip into the mind
But the concept of absorbing information leaked clean through the other side
When paradise ended it was a beautiful summer afternoon the sky was tinted turquoise
The sun was painted moon, the ground was colored sky and the sky was shaded purple
Change was imminent, history goes in circles
The masters continued to tug on strings, preying on the weakness
Grasping our attention in 30 second increments
Pollution clouds the forests speeding steel pollutes the streets
They chop down trees to continue building unnecessary things
This whole entire place was farm land at a certain point
Now the poison gets inhaled by humans breathing greed and endless noise
Industry has taken over; paradise is nothing more than money, power and stature
Destruction is the devils chore, while God continues starting wars
I no longer feel like a part of this society, I took the wool off my eyes
Realized paradise was dead, it's time to rebuild it with an open mind
I'm leaving this world, attempting to figure out a formula for happiness
Kill the king, save the nature, because dominance is hazardous…

Topic(s) of this poem: society


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 15, 2015


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