 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 15:44:53 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 37138
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dock.
[time] => 2004-03-03 00:19:54
[hometext] => a day of observing our 'justice system' at work...huh!
[bodytext] => I sit and observe the passing procession, so devoid of emotional involvement, One by one the defendants walk by, one by one they seek their annulment. A sentence here, a judgment there, while the Prosecutor performs- With the same unemotional involvement doing her job causing, “Social Reforms?” A fellow who is quite clearly sick, another who wants to amend. Then a form in baggy brown clothes, led to the dock by the Prosecutor’s men. The vision is surreal, I feel vulnerable watching my friend in that dock. With childlike trust you look to the men who put your skilled hands in those locks. What has happened to our system? For until you observe it-you don’t know. We are guilty until proven otherwise, what is said in defence "is for show." God damn these men and let them rot in hell while choking on their own loathsome vomit. The most significant thing that they will ever achieve, is crap! And they will only get false power from it. We will be here for good or for bad, they will be there for the latter, The only thing they can look forward to is more of their own ***** up the ladder. As I sit and watch, a thought touches my soul you have given relief and comfort, laughter and fun. Have accomplished more in your own years than the sum of these ****** have ever done. My friend I want to cry out for you! Can you not see my anguish? I look into your sullen eyes, then this anger for them I extinguish. This anger will do YOU no good they feed from it, and get higher in their tower! We will be proud, proper, demure let them have their soul sapping power. You are a scholar, a gentleman your life is yet to unfold. And a small relief, but valuable lesson is your family’s love has been told. So hold your head high and wear those shackles, as medals don’t let them see you cry. And know, when in your darkest hours alone we are all there by your side. For Ian. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 6 [informant] => twinkletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com