A free new world is waiting around the corner
Forged from the wounds of our cynical chaos
We march, confident in the smile of our leader
Safe in our thoughts crowned by laurels
We march and ignore our stupid aching feet
And lick away the cracks on our lips
They were not made for the revolution
But we are the wind of the rebirth
And we shall overcome.
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I of course do not look like the avatar here.
I am bigger longer and uncut (wait that is South Park)
Sorry, I am Albanian by nationality, American by passport (I guess that makes me AA) and currently living somewhere in Jersey. (no Jersey jokes please!)
I dance with old people by day and cruise sites by night.
My name means green of the grass or bee, which some people associate with industrious and honeymaking (therein lies their mistake)
I like babies, dogs, and old ladies with false teeth (in that order)
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I think it should be entitled ‘devolution’…
is it that bad?
…The idea is intriguing, intelligent and considering yours ‘for the public politically indifferent’ attitude, a mildly courageous theme, only that I think you should be more careful to the structure, that is, how the parts are connected and as for the form it needs some more effort in the word choice and avoidance of certain cliches as for example ‘the laurel leaves’…
got it.
i truly seem to have an affection for cliches. strange.
I don’t think so, and neither do you. I personally love your blog and I know at least another one that shares with me the feeling.
the joke about the devolution title was related to the idea expressed in the poem, to its message, and not to the poem itself as an artstic entity.
thank you thank you thank you.
it just hit me upon a midnight dreary. LOL.
we were without a revolution on our own.
I mean my generation. all that was left to us, was getting good jobs with nonprofit organizations and multiplying the range of corporate america.