Beneath the Tongue of Injustice

by Timothy   Feb 26, 2012


What of it now then?
Our slavery here hasn't not yet ended
yet we wrinkle like old rags wringing by the spinning-top.

What of it now then?
Our teeth are sore, our lives have tired
and this barbaric apple-bobbing has broken me.

What of it now then?
Slung in bodies and forced to rent a voice;
do we ever learn from what we never learn?

What of it now then?
Seven of my children, and counting,
are rotting for your totting sun - Schadenfreude.

Paperback becoming hardcover,
Run-for-cover in the inescapable maze that
we seem to teach in - the hedges can't be cut.

So bid me while I ask "What of it all now?"

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    This set the tone right from "our slavery here". HERE. In poetic terms, that's very global. I am genuinely impressed by this. Not much sociopolitical writing makes me smile with pleasure, but it seems you have a mastery of the subject material and an eye for imagery that gives this poem so much depth that I can truly say I'm inspired. Inspired: no word of a lie!

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Oh I love this!

    The meaning behind this poem, loved it!!!

    I had to look up the word Schadenfreude and I believe it fits this poem very well.

    Awesome write

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Autuumnbree

    Great poem, I like the fact that this poem touches on the reality that minorities and many other faces.

  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Really harsh ready, but what a flow
    you are making a breakthrough with the style

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Timothy bro,

    Stellar!Exalt!

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