The Next Tribute Poem by Ghost Legend
The Next Tribute
Tribes chanted of the heavens
Kings called out to themselves
Governments learned their lessons
Religion rules us all
What keeps even when we know
There's no keeping up in the world
Not to a Kardashian, not to anyone
Unknowns don't rise, they fall
Yet the masses trek forward
Chasing down each other's survival
Making of their kindred demons
Celebrating the funeral
Then, like before it began
Everyone's gone
And treasures, all the land
Up for grabs from the dead's hands
Await the next tribute
I like this because it calls on the reader to fill in the gaps with their own thoughts and conclusions. To me it seems to say, all of us spend our lives trying to achieve something greater than ourselves to be remembered by. But in the long game, the memories are lost to history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:37:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
" '' Everyone's gone And treasures, all the land Up for grabs from the dead's hands Await the next tribute..." " " .. beautiful