There perhaps is a time for
the pedestrian plodding of prose
the great bard once observed
when the mission to be
or not to be served reflects
on the epic defects of life
from unfairness to the travail
succored by worry, disease, company
all or some and maybe one
eating away at the flesh fortifying
the spirit only to have it vanish
into the nothing from whence today
where it came
commanding the words to come
to attention to recognize their mission
and to salute their fate
beats down, oppresses some more
than any thought or effort to lift
a giant steel beam to the rooftop
As we manage
(barely)
I am sick
I am bored
I am depressed
I find you dull
mustering up
little else
yet
There once was
a time now fading
into myth and receding
from our collective
vision
when
a hero saw greed in his need
at last recognized there was
poison in his passion and
Spoke in thought to the world of his failure
While we talk to ourselves, no one greater
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Loved it! Agree with Susan brilliant, intelligence pouring out
a blast of well-needed truth--so intelligently and wisely written--- 5 million learned stars applauding
3) "to be or not to be" is the perpetual dilemma of human existence, which the bard made immortal..
2) the great bard has repeatedly spoken about this debasement in the ethics of the society… when Brutus accuses Cassius of "itching palm.." and many other instances
Absolutely agree...it is remarkable (oerhaos?) how often we return to those debased ethics. No doubt such practices preceded the Bard, and no doubt they will happen again and again many centuries from now. Thanks so much for reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written poem friend M.J, I agree with the comments by another friend Richard.
So much appreciated, Asim. Thank you for reading.