I owe you all a gas chamber
Thousands of souls
And gallons of tears

And before you crucify me
Learn from me on those
Whom you believe so blindly

It’s true, I restricted your lives
Not for your faith
And never for your cheers

I remained as terror
As the only meaning of ego
But with promises of pride

Your historians got no idols
And I ruled their pens
For a better tomorrow...
an example was set

Here you have rulers
Elected with your smiles
And your faith on future

And for the one question
Of existence, of dreams
You still search answers

You still remain poor
Lack job, food, even love
And you spell it “freedom”

You still fight, monopolize
On trades, on sanctions
On all poor dreams

I owe you all a gas chamber
Thousands of souls
And gallons of tears

And before you crucify me
Open your shady eyes
And find me everywhere

In all those rulers, for sure
Elected with your smiles
And your faith on future

And for promises never kept!

Guys...if ever found this worth reading...suggest a title!

Krishna, this is great!

I have just come here to post a poem with a not-dissimilar message, in fact.

Your poem is indeed worth reading, very much so and again and again; it is hard to sum it up in just the right title...

Maybe something simple, like, just

"Politics"

...or something like that.

The sonnet I just brought to post I am calling "If the Shoe Fits: Stuff it!"

Say, how about this, my friend:

"Promises Never Kept"

Those are the last three words of your poem, and they linger in my mind. What do you think?

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

thanks steve...

you've always been kind with my works...and as a silent admirer of your sonnets i take your remarks always with pride.

krishna

Truly, this poem of yours is very profound; it is written wisely and well.

How cruel the powerful are to us! They chew us up and spit out our bones; they simply do not care about anything but the perpetuation of their prerogatives.

It makes me sick to see, with the opened eyes of experience and age, just how meaningless it really is. What hurts me though the most is to see the two of my chuildren who are of voting age give up on the system, seeing it as the bankrupt fraud which it has proven itself to be.

It is manifest that all the powerful care about is power.

It is also manifest that about all I can do about it is to write poetry, but I will throw it in their guilty faces till the day I die.

Respect and solidarity.

"Lucky for rulers, men don't think."


how about this title...from the very Adolf Hitler?


krishna

That is the perfect title!

TItle = "Freedom"