Iron Heel

by ddavidd   May 22, 2017



To the orphans of Poverty:

How did you lose your childhood in our conscience?
I know you would not remember
because we've all, hand in hand,
conspired to forgot you.

How brother less, how sister less you've remained!
How orphan you've reminded us we are!
How alone you've reminded us, we are,
how unpolished,
in this crowded corroded world!

How stone made these walls are!
How massive the debris of these torments,
the iron heel parade of time,
these jagged gravity
on the crunchy twigs
of these little homeless sparrows!

How raw the battle of innocence
versus the scrap iron
of these corroded shackles!

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  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Nice write fella with all its sad content

    Michael :)

    • 4 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thanks Michael. You are a great writer so I appreciate your view.

  • 4 months ago

    by Ren

    Wow...this is intense and sad and very well written. Well done, Frank.

    • 4 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you Ren, glad you like it.

  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Deep and dark with metallic metaphors thought provoking piece

    • 4 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you so much dear Milly.

  • 4 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    The old shackles of iron, could never be bent.
    you could try to twist and turn them
    Your efforts enormously futile, wasted.
    All your energy spent.

    Somethings can't be manipulated.
    Sometimes they just need smashed
    Break that chain destroy that link
    But still remember your past.

    I felt I had to reply to this for two reasons.

    1. Old iron could not be bent, twisted, or prised apart. But with enough force it shattered easily. (God I'm a geek) later day forging methods made it stronger.

    2. And the most important reason to respond.

    I have two adopted children, yeah they're not my blood but they are still my kids. I love em to bits. I am nothing without them, even when we clash. This is often and I wouldn't have it any other way, because they know that even when we do and they realise I'm right and they are wrong !

    We have true family love !

    One day I will be wrong and they will be right ! I can't wait for that day.

    At that point I can say "ya know what Craig, ya did ok there".

    Until that time comes I'm gonna wind em up and annoy em as much as I can,

    It's in the unwritten rules of dad.

    Craig

    Ps. God help my daughter's first boyfriend ;-)

    Pps. Dam right this is in favorites as I need to read things like this, if only to know I'm not alone in my thinking

    • 4 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Dear A.R your passion is well founded. It shows why you are a poet. A damn good one I must add.

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    An important piece of poetry that is cutting in its delivery.

    All the best,

    Ben

    • 4 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you Ben makes me feel feel great.

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