Philosophically speaking,
I'm analytically thinking,
That politics is creeping,
Into my religion...
And with a poisoned blend,
I dose my way to the end,
Where all my worldly sins,
Are left unforgiven...
And if I look back to the past,
To see only fools,
How could I be wise,
Or know all the rules?
So, spiritually screaming,
I unleash my inner Demon,
That tiny voice of reason,
In a world of ignorance...
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A very nice poem, Daniel. It says a lot.
ReplyDeleteAnother powerful piece.
ReplyDeleteHey, I liked that!
ReplyDeleteI'll bet it could be expanded, however. I believe there's more to explore in this piece.
I think that's the best poetry thus far posted on 'The Saga Of The Concrete Jungle'.
~ D-FensDogg
I like the rhythm of this. This poem expresses some interesting ideas. Like Stephen suggested, it maybe could be expanded to include more. Good job.
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Tossing It Out