A satiric poem. Can you guess what it is satirizing?
Independence is my sword to slice conformity's chain.
A set of steps. I've paved my way with very solid plans
From which I do not dare to err. I'll never join this train.
A world of lies. A globe of hatred, of which I'll have no part.
Yet one exception—to be accepted—a devilish work of art.
I wish to please so I may join. Oh great society!
I am your slave. You are my god. I show you piety.
To please your wish, I give myself, oh great civilization!
After all, my plans scarce err, the mildest aberration.
All I wish is confirmation as member of this group.
The slightest change, in viscous plans, so I don't seem a goop.
A tweak adjustment in my steps could cause nobody harm
Yet disregard of others' thoughts will cause more than alarm.
I speak to you in passive tone. I still am my own man.
I simply wish to indulge peers, my own modified plan.
I am not changed. I am myself, in more flexible form.
My liquid plans, they give me room, yet still I don't conform.
Jump off this bridge? To make you laugh? You'll better be my friend?
Not something that I'd often do, yet your wish is my command.
Poetry by Ammad Khokar
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Written on 2009-10-02 at 01:18
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Capitulation
Alas! Today's the day it's true; I am my own man.Independence is my sword to slice conformity's chain.
A set of steps. I've paved my way with very solid plans
From which I do not dare to err. I'll never join this train.
A world of lies. A globe of hatred, of which I'll have no part.
Yet one exception—to be accepted—a devilish work of art.
I wish to please so I may join. Oh great society!
I am your slave. You are my god. I show you piety.
To please your wish, I give myself, oh great civilization!
After all, my plans scarce err, the mildest aberration.
All I wish is confirmation as member of this group.
The slightest change, in viscous plans, so I don't seem a goop.
A tweak adjustment in my steps could cause nobody harm
Yet disregard of others' thoughts will cause more than alarm.
I speak to you in passive tone. I still am my own man.
I simply wish to indulge peers, my own modified plan.
I am not changed. I am myself, in more flexible form.
My liquid plans, they give me room, yet still I don't conform.
Jump off this bridge? To make you laugh? You'll better be my friend?
Not something that I'd often do, yet your wish is my command.
Poetry by Ammad Khokar
Read 382 times
Written on 2009-10-02 at 01:18
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