•this is an old poem I wrote..


Unspoken


the ways of man is hypocritical, synonymous to a
Pharisee,
& feminism is a demon in the world of phalluses,
now we dance to baneful hymns, diabolically
musical,
& bribery & corruption are bilaterally
symmetrical,
we had the Creator relegated, now it's anarchy &
violence,
now we bow to philosophy & the statuettes of
science,
now we are kith to immorality & kin to sin,
even our realities are akin to lucid dreaming, & our
feelings grim,
this is the truth in rhymes from the caverns of my
mind,
for the buoyant, penurious & boulevard swine,
for the vagrants & vagabonds who don't have a
dime,
& for the fatigued traveller craving for the
taverner's wine,
we see brothers against brothers, mothers against
daughters,
sons against fathers, lovers against lovers
we see iniquity hailed, our hearts vile & despicable
every plebeian ignoramus now claims he's child of
the Indigo,
malevolence levitating,& our souls like fertile fields
where hatred is germinated,
virginity has become archaic, prostitution is sacred,
women discarding clothes, because they only earn if they are nak£d,
Timonism is celebrated, our rights violated
the saints get sentenced, the criminals
venerated,


volcanic-esque vanity- melting us like smouldering
iron,
used to be soldiers of Zion, ferocious like lions,
now our hopes & aspirations are spiraling
downwards,
chivalry & being quixotic has been lost in the muds,
courteousness & urbanity has gone to the dogs,
the radio is an audio Beelzebub that lavish us with
scum,
even religious melo-dramas, gives us flashes of
porn,
holiness has been cremated by the unholy, its
ashes in the urn,
& meretriciousness prevails from the dusk to the dawn,
dishonesty is the best policy & we all act
recklessly,
but when our conscience ululates, we contrast
spasmodically,
the once overlooked ailment has become
cancerous,
the enthusiasm has been sapped from the
overzealous,
the loyal serfs have gone treacherous,
the mild & milquetoast have become ornery &
cantankerous,
we no longer settle disputes, we now raise the
rifles,
even the sales of condoms inundates the sales of bibles,
our existence like the mood of a wretched defeated
defeatist,
& survival of the fittest has morphed to survival of
the meanest,
have you been to the slums lately, seen the greed in
the streets?,
have you seen the eyes of our leaders as they
expectorate deceit?,
heard the gospel of the media? & the
vulgarity in its speech ?,
have you turned on your television where
homosexuality is preached?,
see, life made me grow wiser,
i went from being a visualizer to being a verbalizer,
because action speaks louder,
so place your palms on my palms & lets change the
society together.

Nice one,i wonder where u gt ur inspiration from... Wanna ask..Punchline and Wordplay also part of poem,asin is he needed?

danbrowndmf:
Nice one,i wonder where u gt ur inspiration from...
Wanna ask..Punchline and Wordplay also part of poem,asin is he needed?

I just write - I don't need any form of Inspiration
.

Punchline in poetry? hehe

wordplay is an immanent part

darkenedrebel:

I just write - I don't need any form of Inspiration .
Punchline in poetry? hehe
wordplay is an immanent part

ok..wordplay is somehow allowed?

danbrowndmf:
ok..wordplay is somehow allowed?

of course - Shakespeare infused them in his works as well..