Their faces looked at me
blankly –
I asked them,
‘How would you describe
the world we live in?’
For a while, the faces remained
passive, circumspect,
frightened of a Big Brother
they hope does not exist.
Then the words rolled off,
clean, cut like shards of glass
–
impoverished
violent
ridiculous
–
rough diamonds which only sparkle
in seedy hotels under ultraviolet light
–
a war-zone
–
blood diamonds dripping
with the hunger of an orphan’s heart
–
brimming with vice,
drink, drugs and abuse
–
cut diamonds equipped with hilts;
gilt in stolen gold.
Their faces looked at me
hopelessly, helplessly –
unsure of how to rattle
the bars of the bad example
we are setting them.
I looked for any solace
I could find, only to be met with
‘soon aren’t we all going to die?’
–
unpolished diamonds, six feet under,
buried in the oil-less ground.
This is such an excellent poem – stunning imagery and beautiful words speaking sad, ugly truths xx
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Ah thank you so much ♥️ your kind words mean the world!
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How would you describe the world we live in? Excellent piece.
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Thank you so much Henna!
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