Beyond This Point Are Monsters

by Chris Harding   Mar 13, 2006


Adams car
A mouse in the road
It’s life spared
By the depression
Of a break pad

What can we say?
When our lives have become points in a game,
Notches on our guns and death tolls in our tabloids

What brink have we come to?
If this faceless slaughter is just a statistic
In the day to day running of our democracy

At the end when everything’s all said and done
If you think this is the only way forward
Then we are set to consume ourselves
Because beyond this point we are monsters
Tinkering on the edge of destroying the world

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  • 17 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    HI! How come you stopped writing?? Please write - your talent shouldn't be kept in the dark.

    peace
    shobhana

  • 18 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    Another compelling read, Chris. You're really distilled a brooding topic into a few poignant words with this one.

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Nicely done - i like the title - it kind of urges the reader to get into the skin of the poem.

    you might want to check the punctuation - the site substitutes some strange stuff for full stops!

    will come back to read more

    good luck and peace
    shobhana

  • 18 years ago

    by xEmmax

    Wow, great poem, some really good descriptions. 5/5 xx

  • 18 years ago

    by Chris Harding

    Just so everyone who is interested enough in this to comment knows, Beyond This Point Are Monsters are a local band from my area that do a fair few gigs in and around the Derby area and other astranged parts of the nation. Check them out if you're ever fortunate to be close to one of their gigs :)

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