Words Spoken are Deeds Undone

Free verse diatribe.

Conscience anchored by guilt:

whining, crying, sulking in despair.

I am complicit.

Longing to lash out, but never do.

The very streets paved with human tragedy,

Beg for money, here is a dollar;

don't I feel better.

Children weep beneath dreary, cloudy roofs.

Food taunts through a crystal cage.

Hour upon hour burden the slave.

Renting oneself for a discarded crumb.

I am complicit.

Bodies are stacked under cover of a flag.

My flag?  No, how could it be?

I want no flag.

But the fire raining from the sky bears my name.

I am complicit, despondent.

Conscience anchored by guilt:

whining, crying, sulking in self-loathing.

Now, let us talk -- it is all we ever do. 

Reviews

[anartao]

Fantastic work !
I loved the lines -

Bodies are stacked under cover of a flag.
My flag? No, how could it be?
I want no flag.
But the fire raining from the sky bears my name.

To paraphrase Arundhati Roy - Flags are only used to shrink wrap brains and shroud the dead. Its good to see others questioning the acts carried out in our names. Its a rarity in this day and age, everyone is too busy pointing fingers at others horrendous actions and ignoring their own complicity