-**-The Walking Dead-**-

[Schizo-Manic]

The Walking Dead

Walking around dead without a soul
Soulless, lifeless, unrighteous
Sinning is the dictum for living
Carnage is the maxim for generosity
Exonerations will never accumulate
Into mountains of devotion
Atrocities, Atrocities, Atrocities
Nuclear bombs destroying buildings
While little children are trying to sleep
Old women walking around with sagging breast plates
In search of some botox cream
Young teenage girls constantly looking in the mirror
Due to their low self-esteem
Men injecting steroids
Thinking, that it is helping their pride and dignity
When in reality they are in a (slump) mentally
Trying to hit home runs
When they should be at home instead of being on the run
Young teens playing with guns
Assassinating each other like Abel and Cane
Not using their brains
Always seeking short temporal material gain
Countries going to war for economical gain
They thought Katrina was a national disaster
All she did was bring this country to its knees
Victims still suffering, off of one man’s greed
Running back from the problem, but his name is not Reggie
The people of the nation try to veil their pain
Let’s see where this country will be come 2012 (in flames)
More unemployment, more murder, more capitalism
You had better buy a hybrid eventually
They making a killing with this high price gasoline
Killing soldiers destroying other countries regimes
Walking dead, blinded by what
Open your eyes and you will soon see

[ampoule]

I think you may have hit it all here. It's like you walked into a room with all of this in your arms, looked at the blank faces staring back and took it all and crashed it down in the middle...look, look at this mess.
Loud and powerful, your poem.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Apropos the previous comment, maybe your poem is a bit too loud and too powerful, if it's meant to do more than get a whole lot of anger and dismay off your chest. But as for the chance of it effecting change, if that's your intention, I think you'll find that no one likes to be hit over the head so many times at once.

[Schizo-Manic]

Thank You, much obliged.

[Countess]

It's poetic -but it seems to be a list of grievances (albeit justified grievances) against society with no resolution. I need a philosophical or spiritual resolution / reflection on it to be able to connect. What you have here, though, is a good start.

PS: This is one I wrote that is similiar:

Tanya Smith...9/5/2001


Heaven on Earth?

I look around me and within me and all I see is sin and misery.
I see people passing notes in class and talking in the stairwell, prating
politics.
I hear them register their opinions—“neutral”—on ruptured relationships
hemorrhaging believers.
“Neutral?”  How can one possibly be neutral mourning decay and division?
For my heart bleeds at this gaping wound threatening amputation.

I look around me and within me and all I see is sin and misery.
They say it started with the Columbine killings
--15 shot dead, including martyrs and slayers—
but did it really start with Columbine?  Did it really?
Or did it start in the heart of man when he heard that God was dead.

I look around me and within me and all I see is sin and misery
17 cherubic faces laughing and playing,
now lie in the morgue, cold from the curse of Cain,
45 less days in the company of their parents
and they could have lived again.

I look around me and within me and all I see is sin and misery...
and death, and disease, and divorce, and depression,
crime of the heart,
crime of the flesh,
a crime committed in passion,
and my own sin magnified 1000x in the heart of my child
while dialectical materialism is running wild, running wild...

Matter matters, and what is not matter does not matter.
Doctrine does matter, relationships do not—unless they’re worthy of church gossip, and then they do.
So lets perpetuate the dissent and discord and the malcontent
whispering words behinds their backs...

I look around me and within me and all I see is sin and misery
and I cry out to God, “Why?” and “Why?”
why the futile death of this innocent child?
He did no harm save love his mom,
and dad.

and I cry out to God, “Why? and “Why?”
why the conflict and contention
and competing for what is right?
And why a thousand ways to read
with each eye discerning differently?

and I cry out to God “Why?” and “Why?”
Why do you forbear and why so endure?
For we are a wicked, wicked human race
depraved, destitute and so degraded
In pride we do not beg nor plead with you
for your Mercy and Grace.

And so I pray
please hurl justice down
and right size this place for good.