Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

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 20:13:48 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 78254 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Middle Class Guilt Poem [time] => 2005-01-03 05:42:11 [hometext] => Anyone who has read my stuff may have gathered I have a bleak world view. PLEASE COMMENT, I have deep rooted insecurities that need nourishing! [bodytext] => Difficult as it may be to comprehend the truth,
A truth we much search to see,
We are duty bound through the gift of being,
To rise and ask not sit and be.
To ask why one should starve until their gut implodes,
Then burn beneath the sun,
While another gorges to a blubbery mass,
And eats more when he’s done,
To ask what one should spend on guns,
To keep their brother weak,
And make sure that he never learns to stand,
Upon his withered feet,
Just in case he dared ask why,
He had to watch his children die,
With cracked skin on tongues dry,
They stare at him with lifeless eyes.

To ask why one should die for a flag,
Or even why one should care,
About dead ideals and rotating martyrs
Exhumed to speak for a market share.
To ask why we should work like slaves,
To pay for our quarter and keep
While master bang the drum and bass,
Until we go asleep.
Keeping us scared, scared indeed
So we’ll follow with the common lead,
And we’ll buy ***** that you don’t need,
And satisfy our communal greed,
He must starve so I may feast,
He must die so I have peace,
He must scavenge so I can spoil,
He must choke so I may soil.
So see beyond the bull ***** to a truth that we know well.
We all keep warm in heaven cause they burn alive in hell.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Blackevar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Middle Class Guilt Poem

Contributed by Blackevar on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 05:42:11 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Difficult as it may be to comprehend the truth,
A truth we much search to see,
We are duty bound through the gift of being,
To rise and ask not sit and be.
To ask why one should starve until their gut implodes,
Then burn beneath the sun,
While another gorges to a blubbery mass,
And eats more when he’s done,
To ask what one should spend on guns,
To keep their brother weak,
And make sure that he never learns to stand,
Upon his withered feet,
Just in case he dared ask why,
He had to watch his children die,
With cracked skin on tongues dry,
They stare at him with lifeless eyes.

To ask why one should die for a flag,
Or even why one should care,
About dead ideals and rotating martyrs
Exhumed to speak for a market share.
To ask why we should work like slaves,
To pay for our quarter and keep
While master bang the drum and bass,
Until we go asleep.
Keeping us scared, scared indeed
So we’ll follow with the common lead,
And we’ll buy ***** that you don’t need,
And satisfy our communal greed,
He must starve so I may feast,
He must die so I have peace,
He must scavenge so I can spoil,
He must choke so I may soil.
So see beyond the bull ***** to a truth that we know well.
We all keep warm in heaven cause they burn alive in hell.

Copyright Â© Blackevar ... [ 2005-01-03 05:42:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: The Middle Class Guilt Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 06:23:15 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Very thoght provoking write.
huggs, smiles,
emy

Re: The Middle Class Guilt Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 08:48:03 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

There are those who don't sit back. You are obviously a thinker and serious person.
I have a friend who spent the last ten years as a missionary. She and her husband and kids gave up the dream for a real dream. They depended on contributions and worked to help free women from the trap of prostitution in Amsterdam. I admire her more than anyone else I know. I wish I had her guts.
Stitch

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

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. Â©

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 Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 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