Indoctrinate (Golden Shovel)

Minds caught young, Are
Used for purposes, by those
Who talk fast and seek the wet
Spoiled soil, soaked sickly red.

Those children were blossoming,
Merely delicate, fragile petals
Sent blindly to the death mine?
I feel the pain, and I Am

Wrought with fire tears, I
Would rewrite history laid
Before me. I would shout out,
Prevent the brain-washing on

kids - they deserve more that this
years of spoon fed, glistening
lies. Leave them for the wreath?
Swap maths and language for, The

How to die, then live forever, next
The West deserve, their cortege
Slowly, but surely the students of
war twist the fuse on cordite,

Soldiers choke morality, buries
Compassion and stabs humanity, a
Young boy chants his evil dirge
Death to the west. Fantasies of

The afterlife raise unanswered
Questions of faith. Why questions:
When the rewards are as hollow as
The cindered skulls that scream, I

Didn't deserve to die. Take
your poisonous barbed root.
And see the real world, yet
To be revealed to the one

Who knows a child needs more
God releases a single poppy.

M.Moran
13.7.15

Below is Eric Morrissey's great poem that I used as inspiration for this piece.

Collateral

Are Those wet,
red,
blossoming petals mine?
Am I laid-out,
on this glistening wreath?
The next cortege of cordite, buries
a dirge of unanswered questions:
as I take root.
Yet one more poppy.

Thank you Mr Morrissey

Terrance Hayes invented a poetry form he calls the Golden Shovel. You take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire, and use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem while maintaining the order. So, if you choose a line with six words, your poem would be six lines long. http://poetsonline.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/prompt-terrance-hayes-and-golden-shovel.html