A burnt-out case

 

Being new here, I am afraid I have written far too many poems before,

and that there will be more…

 

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You can do nothing,

paralyzed by unfair meanness,

surreptitiously stabbed in the back

by foul play and destructive baseness,

maybe envy or just ignorant intolerance,

as man’s stupidity has always been incurable,

and you are trampled down into some non-existence

as if you had never walked on earth

and never was entitled to the rights of any citizen

and human rights were not for you.

But still the flame is burning,

even if it’s cold and dark it can’t be quenched

but must burn on and only the more fervently

with anger maybe but the more with downright obstinacy

just to spite the world and prove it wrong

in its apocalyptic cul-de-sac of inhumanity,

while you were right in your insistent pertinacity

in just staying on your ground and keep it

even if it was denied, refused and robbed of you.

© lailaroth 2020
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Mitch

Just keep writing, Iailoroth! A good venting of the spleen but lines like “in its apocalyptic cul-de-sac of inhumanity, while you were right in your insistent pertinacity” was a little contrived for my taste but I agree with you: the world sucks but it keeps on spinning! Keep ’em coming. Mitch

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