Humans....are we?
Something i wrote, my view on super powers and super nations of the world, trying not to see it negatively but how can i not when most of everything portrayed on nightly news is, the media over dramatizes alot but it still leaves a mark!
Some bits dont rhyme, its a progressive trip of intrepid feelings and rustic thought
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Shreds and shards of infamous lies
Ribbons of regret and self deprivation
Of solitude and desperation
Alternating realities with a sense of instability
Toss aside the false facades
The stale air of pollution
Rectify the problems of the institutions
Globalize the complete domination
And gather together instant gratification
Hold strong with future inspirations
Bind together our total detestations
We are all humans after all,
In a global movement dedicated to complete annihilation
Move aside the bodies of lies to reveal true crimes
Litter the ground with alphabetical precision
Help those in complete disposition
Linger in places that show articulation.
How to aspire? Better yourself and inspire admiration?
Discover there is no need for domination
A never ending cycle of hate
A never ending circle of crime
Corrupt and dangerous people of power
Take advantage of the weak.
Speak for the shy
Make up their minds
And cover up crimes
Super powers arent reserved for comic book heroes
They exist today but people choose not to see
Backs turned on what they cant and dont understand
Basic human decency cast aside
Skim a stone across a pool of water
Watch how the ripples and its far reaching effect
Live in a world fake and plastic
Like Thomas the tank engine
In a never ending circle of man made trees
In never ending make believes.
Stop the cycle, break the chains
Free the world
We can do it if we try
Erika .
Loved every word of this…and I couldn’t agree more.
Stop the cycle, break the chains
Free the world
We can do it if we try...Oh yes we can!!!
Mika replied
Aww thank you my friend! Im glad you like it!
I should have missed out if we try
Aw yay im happy now =)
Corydon
A “progressive trip” it is. Keep it up. I like it.
Mika replied
Ah wow thank you so much for reading it!
Im so glad you like it!
p.s. eliot
i’m not gonna mash your work this time miks. its great and i’m to wonderwalled to try anyway….lol
but think on this
john brown (bob dylan)
John brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore.
His mama sure was proud of him!
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.
His mamas face broke out all in a grin.
“oh son, you look so fine, Im glad youre a son of mine,
You make me proud to know you hold a gun.
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get,
And well put them on the wall when you come home.”
As that old train pulled out, johns ma began to shout,
Tellin everyone in the neighborhood:
“thast my son thats about to go, hes a soldier now, you know.”
She made well sure her neighbors understood.
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
As she showed them to the people from next door.
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun,
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war.
Oh! good old-fashioned war!
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come.
They ceased to come for about ten months or more.
Then a letter finally came saying, “go down and meet the train.
Your sons a-coming home from the war.”
She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around
But she could not see her soldier son in sight.
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last,
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes.
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
And he wore a metal brace around his waist.
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know,
While she couldn�t even recognize his face!
Oh! lord! not even recognize his face.
“oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done.
How is it you come to be this way? “
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And the mother had to turn her face away.
“dont you remember, ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud.
You wasnt there standing in my shoes.”
“oh, and I thought when I was there, god, what am I doing here?
Im a-tryin to kill somebody or die tryin.
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
And I saw that his face looked just like mine.”
Oh! lord! just like mine!
“and I couldnt help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,
That I was just a puppet in a play.
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,
And a cannon ball blew my eyes away.”
As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock
At seein the metal brace that helped him stand.
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand.
Mika replied
Aww thanks Eliot!
Love the song, amazing, thinking on it now as i think of something more to write!
Silentchaos
i like it… distant but there it is all true
Mika replied
=) thank you so much for taking the time to read it! I appreciate it alot!
Shoaib .
wow i was pretty blown away by this piece … thats awesome
Mika replied
Ah wow thank you so much! It means alot that you took the time to read it =)