At night, the borders are shattered
like wooden fences, eroded by moths
unkindled, prepared to be forgotten
as when the guardians sleep tightly
basking in their embrace-like palsy,
our identity is stolen and the flag
is repainted! Bring in the war horse!
There's nothing romantic about this modern Troy;
no flavour of greatness, Ancient Greece, no gods
and goddesses fighting over the Apple of Discord.
We are no longer the descendants of
the brave elders who forged nations
Even our lives are planned, on debt
or borrowed. Our history's for sale
our passports are blank, they think-
but freedom keeps us going...we will
never kneel. Bring in the war horse!
There's nothing romantic about this modern Troy;
no flavour of greatness, Ancient Greece, no gods
and goddesses fighting over the Apple of Discord.
just a few words about Oxfam report [ on 'Inequality' ]: As Oxfam says, the 'explosion' in the wealth of the super-rich has come at the expense of the majority and particularly the poorest people. A key trend is the falling share of national income going to workers in almost all developed and most developing countries. And the majority of low paid workers around the world are women. Tax havens, used by the rich and multinational companies, are fuelling economic inequality and preventing hundreds of millions of people lifting themselves out of poverty. In such a context, hundreds of millions of people go hungry while resources that could be used to help them are sucked up by those at the top of the wealth-piramid.
Interesting write, Agatha, maybe.. you could be interested to join our group for a new editorial project. It's a collection of Poetry about '' INEQUALITY '' as described in OXFAM Report (Jan.18,2016) If you like to join, as we want to have the ebook published in Spring (not later than May 2016) , let me know, so to be part of the FORUM 'POETS AGAINST INEQUALITY', through which the Project will be managed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agatha, Marvellous write! A haunting piece of poetry: Our history is for sale Our passports are blank...... ..... We will never kneel... Immense positive energy, in a poem speaking on stolen identities and repainted flags. great. Enjoyed reading. Will come back to re-read. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Speaking on stolen identities, I invite you to read my poem Neither. Thank you.