For some reason my poems turn out either lyrical or dark. Probably both themes let me explore the depth of whatever emotion inspiring me at that moment. This one is the latter kind and talks about the futility of war, just like this song by Black Sabbath. I think it came out well in the end.
Blood-stained helms lie strewn across the smoking field,
Ravens feast in droves upon the bountiful carrion,
Sky tinged crimson by the departing light,
As the night descends on this gruesome sight.
Wives, mothers, children, their wails rend the silence,
Hopes, dreams, love, crushed in a single fell stroke,
They beat chests, cradle heads, implore the heavens,
But they remain as they always were, mute witnesses.
The oligarchs still prosper, tyranny is only perpetuated,
Then why did man have to turn on man?
The lofty ideals that fired the fresh-faced youth,
Do they lie rotting too among their carcasses?
Days will come and nights will go,
The nation will continue as it did before,
Hypocrisy would erect new graves and monuments,
That's fade into obscurity, just like the ones before.
The circle of life is not for us to dictate,
Fate can't be subject to human foibles,
For we are the unclean, the heathen, blind even,
Cynics, apathetic, shackled by our own mortality.
Was it a mere illusion, this notion of evolution?
We still lust for blood, still want to kill,
The trappings of society can't fool me anymore,
There's a beast within, will be forever more.
Blood-stained helms lie strewn across the smoking field,
Ravens feast in droves upon the bountiful carrion,
Sky tinged crimson by the departing light,
As the night descends on this gruesome sight.
Wives, mothers, children, their wails rend the silence,
Hopes, dreams, love, crushed in a single fell stroke,
They beat chests, cradle heads, implore the heavens,
But they remain as they always were, mute witnesses.
The oligarchs still prosper, tyranny is only perpetuated,
Then why did man have to turn on man?
The lofty ideals that fired the fresh-faced youth,
Do they lie rotting too among their carcasses?
Days will come and nights will go,
The nation will continue as it did before,
Hypocrisy would erect new graves and monuments,
That's fade into obscurity, just like the ones before.
The circle of life is not for us to dictate,
Fate can't be subject to human foibles,
For we are the unclean, the heathen, blind even,
Cynics, apathetic, shackled by our own mortality.
Was it a mere illusion, this notion of evolution?
We still lust for blood, still want to kill,
The trappings of society can't fool me anymore,
There's a beast within, will be forever more.
8 comments:
I do recall writing something similar.
Really nice. But, tell me, everything you post has this recurring theme of humans/humanity/morality. A specific reason behind it? You know, just curious.
I was just telling Neha Di what was the meaning of "Lyrical Ludicrousness". Hahahaha!
Similiar theme for me too...
no reason i can think of. i'm not some great philosopher or shit like that. just comes out that way whenever i write deep-meaning pieces. psychoanalysts would have a field day with me.
why the ha ha? and sorry if i sound rude but i really don't know who clezevra is? are you a friend of kirra's?
The 'Hahaha' because she didn't get it.
And yes, Cz is my friend. She puts up with me almost everyday. A moment of silence for her sake.
amen to that. i guess such high quality works are her only solace.
Yup, high quality works on how pointless things are, how gnarled psychology is, and by the end of it, we are all doomed anyway.
You are such a shimmering ray of hope and happiness!
why thank you very much! i try to be of service:P
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