Tell me who
Has impulse control
When resources are scarce
Fairness and patience
Cannot exist
Why should one wait
For their turn to starve
Suck your silver spoon
Tell me what
It tastes like
Metallurgic dulling of
Flavour’s full impression
Small price to pay
For better life chances
Right to belong
Effortless concept; natural
Outcome of clean attention
Abundant resources
Gamut of disorders
Stem from disadvantages
Overrepresentation of those
With underdeveloped PFC’s
Tell me where
To find one honest man
Amongst wolves
Wearing expensive suits
Sporting a healthy bank account
Breeding entitled sons
Tell me when
Will we understand
The difference between
A peasant farmer
And a land activist
Is an education
Tell me why
I had to work
Ten times as hard
To be here
One day I will be
Your doctor
Listening to your woes
Should I colour you
With the same brush
You scrawled across me
So effortlessly
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (8)
The opening three lines stopped me dead in my tracks and it just got better from there. What a powerhouse of a poem!
I read this and didn't comment, a couple of days ago. lots to think on. love how you open your mind share your thought so eloquently and we cant help ponder along with you! i have always found the inequality in this world to be a sad reminder of the worst humans can be, at both sides of the divide! excellent poem, lass
Those are some great questions and observations Aspen. If we are waiting for life to be fair, we have our work cut out.
Such a poignant piece, especially in today's political climate. Very well done.
Well-wrought! I wonder in how many cases, if we took those from the very top and replaced them with those from the very bottom, would they act the same? Successful revolutions often demonstrate that there is some corrupting influence in power itself which seems to cause even the most well-intentioned to abuse it. Yet if there were no exceptions to this, there would be no progress at all, I suppose.
"Should I colour you With the same brush You scrawled across me So effortlessly" Whoaaaa, those lines hit so hard! But instead of a brush, try a knife. The blood would become natural paint, lol. Loved your poem!
"Should I color you with the same brush..." This says so much in so little. The frustration and indignity are palpable.
Ooo this really snaps! 👏🔥 Sharp, honest, and packs a punch—you didn’t hold back at all, and that makes it land even harder.