Bypass
Who cares about all those
who are in a position of responsibility
but never care but just keep driving over
ruthlessly all those who really care?
If you are bypassed, driven over, ditched
and treated as if you were nothing
with injustice and intolerable ruthlessness,
just let the drenching water of their sabotage
run off your back and dry, and bypass in your turn.
Your day will come as certain as their night
and their momentum of dead reckoning
when their pathetic human failures will catch upp with them,
while you will still be sovereign as a survivor.
You are free if you are innocent,
but any perpetrator of iniquity and unhumanity,
of gross neglect and loads of crimes and guilt
will be caught up with by their own dishonour
and get crushed by their own karma,
while you will be laughing at them properly with scorn
and bypass, leaving them and all their vanity behind;
while you with your satanic fellowship
will be the victor by your own desert.
As a vehicle for venting your anger and frustration it surely works. As verse to engage a reader, I’m not at all sure. It’s a bit like fondling barbed wire, to be honest. The poetry jars and snags to no real purpose imho. Sorry if I appear negative. I read your other submission to maybe get a handle on your voice. That you can write I have no doubt. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work for me and I am keen to tell you so you will not think I am simply too lazy to read your work. I’ll keep reading. You… Read more »
Thanks for your honesty. That’s actually what I value most and chiefly aim at: to be truthful. I admit, truth and honesty is not always very poetical, but for me realism is more important. If you can dress it up in some soothingly poetical rhythmical disguise to make it softer, then the harshness of reality perhaps becomes easier to digest…
this is another very interesting deep poem by you, if I got it right, this satanic fellowship is being an unforgiving soul?