This Talk Of Liberte Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
This Talk Of Liberte
You find your way back from the edge
dizzying heights
Impossible sights
Your luck turns from joy to stark red
Innocent fun
A bomb and a gun
You trust in others to shield you
Group thought
Connect the dots
So when it all comes tumbling down
A public space
No softer place
The French soup in a cafe uneaten
Recipe for disaster
What comes after?
You mourn the victims gone forever
No Saturday
To live and play
What is the price for liberte?
Politicians so absurd.
Regurgitating words.
Talk of universal values shared
Sick fanaticism spreads
Nonsense is said
Tenured professors breed dreamers
Social hypocrisy
Spout deadly diversity
The unfiltered truth holds the key.
Fairy tales burn
When evil returns.
Fairy tales burn when evil returns. This poem is well written... It's cadence and the pattern are appealing in the reading. The message is clear, yet the choice of words and images is unique and riveting... Especially the second stanza. That final line spoke volumes to me as I enjoyed so much reading your other poetry where you dream freely, unabandoned, as if in a fairy tale... Now with our current events, we're all thrust into tragedy. Nicely woven poem Edmund.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/6/2024 8:45:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fairy tales burn when evil returns. Such a realistic thought written with so much sensitivity. Trying to keep a level head amid all the chaos with out being heartless is what this poem speaks to me. Loved the imagery. Thank you so much for sharing.