by Anthony Turner - Sheffield, UK
Sordid suffering
Sunk in sewage
Porch-less houses
Wrecks and ruins
Bloated bodies
Flesh be stewing
Left to rot
In New Orleans
Social bedlam
Riotous looting
Cops and robbers
All getting their boot in
Left five days
No wonder they're fuming
Government lost
If it ain't shooting
The bottom rung
Couldn't get out
Left to fend
In flood and drought
Just got to get on
No use to shout
Whilst wealthy ears
F*ck about
Fires burning
Under water
Broken fathers
Search for daughters
Rescue crews
With guns so thoughtless
Still living dead
Like lambs to slaughter
Disillusioned
Aimless wading
Possession-less
Dreams fast fading
Hopeless homeless
Survival scathing
Drags them under
Darkness waiting
Man at top
Clueless fool
Checking wreckage
Sat on a stool
Soulless sorrow
Cucumber cool
Flesh and blood
Just not a jewel
Excuses fall
Like autumn leaves
To clarify thoughts
Of the bereaved
Floods and tears
Anger breathes
This the freedom
They all seized
Power charges
Into the ring
Box them ears
Make them sing
They've got the fear
You've got the things
You're deep, they're shallow
They hear only ch-ching!
Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL
2 comments:
I love it! Just the sort of poem is was looking for...Preach! Preach!
This poem is amazing, one of my favorite on this site. It rolls off the tongue and packs an incredible punch. Are you going to submit it for the Hellicane podcast? I bet it will sound awesome spoken aloud by you.
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