SCREENS – A POEM

Writing

Pixels portray an age of screens,

Vision envisioned through light

in flight from stars

long forgotten,

An emerald bosom bleeds

and weeps as hilltops burn

to scar the feet

of those that learn to yearn

for peace,

They are whispers on the breeze.

Tarmac traps, grabs heavy hearts,

Soles of souls walk roads that glow

with golden hopes promised,

Aspirations of a nation,

Instead young faces drown in fear,

Ears echo with the sound of jeers

that creep up closer ’till they’re near

to shape new paths 

and make it clear,

They are cracks of thunder.

Daylight draws a happy few,

Once idle eyes see skies of blue

they idolise the world they knew

through their age of screens,

Blossom from the billboards

that try to mould their dreams,

And fly with might 

out of their plight with truth

so loud it screams.

 

A RECORDING OF ME RECITING THIS POEM CAN BE FOUND HERE

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