Morbid World

Vilanelle

I ask you, what is precious anymore,
when apathy shines bright amid the gloom...
what in this morbid world do you stand for?

How can we treat our planet as a w***e,
no rest, our sons are entering the room...
I ask you, what is precious anymore?

How does a man proclaim a holy war
and place the helpless in the path of doom...
what in this morbid world do you stand for?

How can an open mind escape the gore,
when a woman kills the child in her womb...
I ask you, what is precious anymore?

how is it charity's perceived a chore...
does having gold make right, as we presume...
what in this morbid world do you stand for?

When people of the world choose to ignore
their feelings and promote the thoughts of whom,
I ask you, what is precious anymore...
what in this morbid world do you stand for?

Author's Note

I played a bit with amphiboly in the last two stanzas.

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Aaaaaaaaand this is why I love sci-fi fantasy. Escape the morbid world we live in at least once a day. The world is crazy. People are lost and self forgotten and who can blame them. But about your poem... it's very aptly put into words. Your question was repetitive but sinks in at the end ever more. Again, well done. Tyfs

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Cyprian! :)

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unfortunately, since the dawn of time, mankind has continued to bastardize all the good that exists by abusing it for his own personal gain... we are a consumer culture so to heck with tomorrow...we have taken spirituality, turned it into Religion which we have commercialized and continue to use to try and control others (women, homosexuals, races, etc.)...political regimes are now products of the rich who wish to control resources and markets... and not many want to do anything without receiving something in return any more... marriage is no longer sacred to many (it's a drive-thru affair easily annulled should someone break a cell phone)...and there is a disregard for life on the part of many... sorry to have ranted but your questions caused me to think a little...

[mattavelli]

I enjoyed it, FT, thanks for reading.

[Cassie]

Very challenging questions here you are pausing to us, I also ask the same questions and wonder how come things have changed so much that the values that our parents instilled to us are thrown to the dogs the moment we reach 18. Very nice poem matt

[mattavelli]

Thanks, Cassie. I think it's the tv. Young people are targeted by fantastic lies and grouped and herded, so that they stifle themselves in imitations of the Marlboro man and Madana, while society expects them to think and care for themselves.