Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Soaring,free souls and birds of prey
High above anything built from the ground
Indomitable,of free thought and keen eyes
Glancing down at the ants and their mound
Built over many lost dreams and long told lies
A bird's eye view of this pathetic display

Expecting everyone to be content
Being arranged in this rank and file
From above it appears a grand pyramid scheme
Quite ancient,enduring and most certainly vile
Upon it's glimmering top,some living the dream
While at the bottom,a heavy burden others lament

An ancient and demonic royal line
Their evil origins lay beneath the waves
Now their descendants dream upon golden beds
Invasive ancestors resting in resplendent graves
Not quite human their mummified elongated heads
Upon dreams,souls and blood their children dine

Another cataclysm looms once again
As they cherish long life but worship death
From dark Atlantis,long sunken beneath the sea
By their leave others live to draw another breath
A little freedom can be bought,but never is it free
And now few poets are brave enough to wield a pen

like poem, few poets.

interesting take on the plight of the poet.

revolutionR wrote:like poem, few poets.

interesting take on the plight of the poet.

Thanks fer yer kindly words