Better world
April 15, 2017 12:00 am Leave your thoughts
I do not care for flakes of gold
nor the flames of ash
my heart sits, set in stillness
as your words masquerade as dust
We sit and wait for the future
with time passing time
and fire passing fire
commandments become chains
dancing in the mirror mocking
the angel face flint like stone stands unamused
as ignorance is crowned
What is this world in which we drown?
A crevice of immortal hate sits and sings of prejudice beating, crushing humanity
the thorn has migrated to the soul and forgotten how to love
deafness brings noise reversing our screens to murmurs
as the demons of the mind break free
If we could drink this hate like oxygen
destruction would be easy
hands would join together in selfless sacrifice
but we are blind
We have become players who roll the dice and declare the object unequal
justifying fear in the wake of black eyeless shadows
we have become prisoners
we must turn on silence and let it follow us as we speak
running to revert this sunset, yellowed by sickness
It’s time to let the wingless butterfly breathe
you don’t always have to fly to make a change
suffering is a scar but it is not the end
and in this knowledge we must ascend, resuscitate
not in the name of conformity but for the minority
that spark that lives in all of us
We are more than rejected reflections
more than pawns in this chess game
we are Kings, Queens and everything in between
With patience comes understanding and in understanding there will be patience
as much as death gives life to the living there will be a chance, a new beginning,
a landscape on which to build a better world
We shall fall down strong
and see that we are not simply beings in time but in a time of being
the waves of our past reluctant ice
now melt the mirror
and though we may struggle against this tide
the hope of life’s jacket is true
and from this chaos we shall rise
Kay is a poet and PhD student at the University of Chichester. Earlier this
year her debut poetry collection The Dark Side of Light was published
by Bardic Media and is available through Amazon, Wordery or Blackwells.
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This post was written by Kay Channon