A River Through Ruin
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The hours crawl beneath micromanaged skies,
This toxic culture born and bottle fed.
I long knew why the caged bird never sings;
Club feet chained and wings concertina spread.
Worth measured in excel and bloodless charts,
In tittle- tallied scorn of British mould,
From the workhouse slop to the school room marts
Imperialism’s venom brash and bold.
Yet stepping out, the evening air is kind.
The lime tree hums, and night begins to breathe.
I cross the threshold, leave their world behind,
Hold on to a love they cannot conceive.
Misery may devour my fruitless day,
Still. A River flows through the evening grey
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Comments (8)
This is both fierce with righteous anger and beautiful. Thank goodness some beauty remains in this world! Congrats! I loved your poem!
Congratulations on your honorable mention! 🎉
Congratulations!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
It's really emotional. Everyone wants to put you in a cage, but they know I'm in the wrong here.
This is so beautiful. It shows how love can conquer even our worst days, if we are lucky enough to have it. Well done.
So emotionally provocative, without heavy handed language or excessive adjectives. đź‘Źđź‘Ź
I believe you are one of the reasons poetry grew on me. This one just proves my theory.