mcglinnen

It is a disease that corrupts,
vile in its consistency,
silently it grows.

It is nothing less than the corruption,
the putrification,
of the civil in civilization,

no longer do we see ourselves
as Sisters and Brothers,
common bound in Mankind’s' journey.

Indeed we see but ourselves,
our beliefs, our needs,
our reflections in societies mirror.

Care not for others beliefs,
for they are false
if not our own.

We are ignorant,
for we listen only
to the sound of our voices, our wants.

We feed those who would corrupt
our attention, our response,
giving them what they seek.

There was a time,
in a civil world,
when those corrupt would not be rewarded.

Today we have no rules to bind us,
to teach us, lead us,
other than those we choose.

It is the Barbarian pounding at the gates
of our civilization,
their fist bloodied and raw.

And for the first time since societies birth,
they fight not for entrance,
but to escape.......

zaac

i have a contemporary piece similar in spirit to this. i dont think there is anything to be critical of here. it's straight, to the point, full of passion and the cynicism and angst of any poet worth their salt. nicely done.

zaac