untitled: 12/01/06 (poetry)
A "free verse" poem written for my creative writing class.
The empty soda cans line the streets
Filled with the rotting sugary sweet
Taste of decrypted bodies
Toss them one, two, three - Down the line
Hearts with holes that match their heads
Laying face down, in funny angles
Drowning, Drowning, Drowning.
The river of red that clogs the sewer
Overflow my rubber boots.
The caved in barricades that held our hopes
Is the rubble beneath your feet.
The bodies call out,
“Why me, why now?”
But with the howling wind, cannot be heard.
Cornered against the cold stone wall
A 45 pressed against your skull
(Sweat is dripping, lungs compressing)
Is this it? You can’t help but ask
Will there be no saviour, no God in this land?
Fated to join the nameless faces
The (enemy grins) trigger clicks, that’s the end.
Pre-write <-- put there for teacher.
My theme is basically that life should be important, and yet it’s often stacked up at stats (for death tolls) and forsaken.
This writing piece was inspired by something going on in my world Issues class, as we were working on Genocide, and recently watched a documentary on Rwanda. (And I did a project on the genocide currently, though slowed down, in Sudan) these events are constantly ignored, only because of outside countries own selfish needs and not wanting to get involved cause of what could be there own losses. The world stepped aside and let the deaths take place, despite the fact knowing it would happen.
The comparison with bodies to soda cans, is simply because soda cans are constantly tossed around as litter, no one picks them up as they’re meaningless and in many cases, that what the victims to these genocides seem to be as well.
“The bodies call out, ‘why me, why now?’ but with the howling wind, cannot be heard” it represents how the world turned their back on them.
And in the end, if it put yourself in that position, where you’re the one running in that place - a land where no one dared to go near would your fate be any different?
The empty soda cans line the streets
Filled with the rotting sugary sweet
Taste of decrypted bodies
Toss them one, two, three - Down the line
Hearts with holes that match their heads
Laying face down, in funny angles
Drowning, Drowning, Drowning.
The river of red that clogs the sewer
Overflow my rubber boots.
The caved in barricades that held our hopes
Is the rubble beneath your feet.
The bodies call out,
“Why me, why now?”
But with the howling wind, cannot be heard.
Cornered against the cold stone wall
A 45 pressed against your skull
(Sweat is dripping, lungs compressing)
Is this it? You can’t help but ask
Will there be no saviour, no God in this land?
Fated to join the nameless faces
The (enemy grins) trigger clicks, that’s the end.
Pre-write <-- put there for teacher.
My theme is basically that life should be important, and yet it’s often stacked up at stats (for death tolls) and forsaken.
This writing piece was inspired by something going on in my world Issues class, as we were working on Genocide, and recently watched a documentary on Rwanda. (And I did a project on the genocide currently, though slowed down, in Sudan) these events are constantly ignored, only because of outside countries own selfish needs and not wanting to get involved cause of what could be there own losses. The world stepped aside and let the deaths take place, despite the fact knowing it would happen.
The comparison with bodies to soda cans, is simply because soda cans are constantly tossed around as litter, no one picks them up as they’re meaningless and in many cases, that what the victims to these genocides seem to be as well.
“The bodies call out, ‘why me, why now?’ but with the howling wind, cannot be heard” it represents how the world turned their back on them.
And in the end, if it put yourself in that position, where you’re the one running in that place - a land where no one dared to go near would your fate be any different?