Tuesday, September 17, 2013

612 : September 7



September 7

The vandals have taken control;
Capricious, mean and grim.
One by one, across the land,
Lights flicker out, or dim.
Beacons, once so strong,
Now weaken,
Unmanned,
Spurned by the new regime.
It will take time time to count the toll
Of the night we failed to dream.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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17 comments:

  1. Being a bit bleak, aren't we?

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  2. I love the spoken words, i'm deeply touched

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  3. I love it. Gorgeous work.

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  4. These are frightening times indeed! Well written!

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  5. this is a grim picture of todays world
    that is sadly so accurate....

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  6. The grim visuals on this are amazing! :)

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  7. ... the night we failed to dream
    So much hope that things would be different, that there would be a complete shift... and then more of the same. I can fully empathise with the 'bleakness' of this poem.

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  8. A very heavy poem that is despair itself. It pulled my senses down.It did what it was meant to do I guess!

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  9. I hold the Labor Party responsible for this state of affairs. The majority vote was against Labor and not for Liberal. We will be stuck with Liberal for years now. At least 10. Truly the country would be better off being run by my cocker spaniel!

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  10. Very deep write here. Things change eventually...

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  11. Time to man the citadel then.

    And I refuse to be politically-correct - man it is and man it shall remain!

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  12. dark and thought provoking..indicative of pervasive unrest in our present times. excellent artistry of words

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