Monday, July 16, 2012

This is What Democracy Looks Like


Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 183. For today’s prompt, take the phrase “This Is What (Blank) Looks Like,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

One thought rules all;
Destruction soon follows.
Clutching our poisonous
Thoughts, we aim to dispel
Socrates away—into the
Distance where we cast
Our ballots for our own
Personal cause.
Democratically, self-rightously,
We file on to the side
Clutching our rights
to execute our voice.
In choreographed step,
We feed our death sentence
Into Socrates, drinking up
to his fill. He walks until
Feeling eases out of his body,
not far enough to quenche our pain.
But he walked until he couldn't anymore.
He lies down upon the cold
Slab of stone, weathered by our fears
And opposing ideologies.
One hand on our pain,
The other hand on his feet
We pinch our pain onto
His numb legs, his body lost
to any response.
His heart grows numb.
At last, he chides us,
Asking us to pay our debt.
But, we've forgotten.
Refuse to meet demands.
And so we combine like-minded
Idealogies and practices.
Rummaging amongst ourselves,
Starved for our power
That will rule all.

2 comments:

  1. Sopphey, that's an incredibly powerful poem. I loved it! :)

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  2. yes, this is what it looks like! I LOVE political poetry and I loved this poem.

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