Pot
She has a new pot for her pencilsCool blue and white... it is quite the thing!
Yet she sits and ponders her pleasures knowing
Her government is slovenly trying
To distance itself from its responsibilities...
Trying to ease us to abandon maimed soldiers.
Ah! that's the thing
About pots
More rarely or not
We use them every day...
Like our government uses our soldiers boldness...
When they are broken
We simply throw them away...
After all... they are not human...
Just terracotta soldiers
Left to gather dust.
They will do it you know
If they can... and they seem to think they must...
When a man has laid down his life for his country
They will abandon his wife and children to poverty
Because they can.
Someone once spoke of homes fit for heroes
Someone else quite cleverly interpreted it
As heroes fit for homes...
I call them abandoned.
I ponder my blue and white pot
It is a peripheral thing that pleases
A distraction we are taught to cover ourselves in.
Please soon it might stop working.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-07-29 at 00:38
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