The glory days are to be
revealed
Somewhere upon the next horizon,
Alongside tomorrow’s worn promises.
This unhealthy and unhappy
world
Is down at the mouth and
at heel,
Clinging to uprising after
uprising;
Arabic discontentment and
change,
Now fractured in total
disharmony,
While rusting tin huts
still house many
Outstanding hopes for
Soweto’s people.
Rally cries craved
betterment for all,
But life carries on in its
fixed glories.
Mumbai’s opulence hurries
past those
Dwelling upon fringes of
pavements;
The riches fail to trickle
beyond caring.
Northern Ireland has
fought within
And beyond itself and its
ambitions for
Too many wasted lifetimes;
All and simply everything
and more,
Fails to satisfy unending
demands
While daily threats still remain.
Worlds of martyrdom and witness
Urge and encourage daily revolutions,
Destabilising and
fracturing territories
With old familiars of
rhetoric spat out;
Same old messages return
the same results.
Little changes for the
victim in the street.
The mechanics of political
ideology and the
Military might of the
heavy handed,
Eventually are exposed as trending
false gods.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 24/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Martyrdom/Witness ~
how right you are Eileen...difficult to escape those tightened grips of false gods....sigh...
ReplyDeleteExample after example is the proof, and this poem contains them all along with a challenge. It's time for truly radical change. I'm ready to witness it.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a powerfully written poem!!
ReplyDeleteWhew. Considering the political atmosphere in my country and the world, your poem is right on Eileen. May we stop worshipping those false gods.
ReplyDeleteYou have described that chaos and unrest to perfection, Eileen. Sad those "so many wasted lifetimes" of discord.
ReplyDeleteAs an observer of the world for scores of years I think wee learnt very little as dominance and power and greed are always foremost on our minds. We think we have come a long way but that just not so for we are too selfish for that.
ReplyDeleteA difficult topic indeed. Powerfully told.
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful piece of writing --I wish it were different for those on the street and for all of us really
ReplyDeleteMade me think of 'doing the same things and expecting a different result' - i wonder if we are designed for peace and harmony..i take hope in the fact that so many fight for it and give voice to it - another powerful and potent poem
ReplyDelete"False gods" truly describe all the wanton worship causing turmoil based on political and secular truisms in the world today
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Fal$e God$. In the end it's the multitude sacrificed for the comfort and entertainment of the few. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeletePotent and telling..very nice!
ReplyDeleteTo keep our courage and our faith during all the trials that you have so vividly described is a living martyrdom!
ReplyDeleteThe mechanics of political ideology and the
ReplyDeleteMilitary might of the heavy handed
Might is right! All others do not matter somehow. Greed triumphs! Rightly said Eileen!
Hank
We live in a sick and tired world, Eileen. I wonder where it will all end up? Another World War soon? It seems that the false gods we are worshipping are thirsty for more and more blood... Well-penned!
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