“Look at me”, they shout,
“look at me,
look how wonderful I am
compared to you!”
But they are nothing,
less than insect defecation
stuck to grimy windows
sweltering in useless heat.
“I am here”, they shriek,
“I am here,
look how much I matter,
so much more than you!”
But they are insignificant,
as tiny as the lives they lead,
pathetic amongst the throngs
they so desperately
try to rise above.
“I am wonderful,” they scream,
“I am wonderful,
so much more unique than you!”
but they are only drones,
mindless, ego-driven to believe
that they are special,
instead of just another carbon copy
in the crowd
they will not ever stand out from.
“I am superior,” they yell,
“I am the chosen one,
my life is worth more,
my time on Earth’s important,
so much more than yours!”
Yet what will you remember in the end:
the din of those denying
the pointless failures of their lives,
or this lone voice quietly decrying
the self-righteous certainty
of their significance?
Comments
Hooray !
Thanks Jim ... couple of things, insignificance
might read better as insignificant.
and crowds maybe "crowd" would be a stronger
statement, after all, the globe is one big crowd.
thanks for posting
Richard
Thanks Richard,
Done.
Sorry, way too angry to give a polite reply right now, my friend.
ahhhhh ...the light bulb just
ahhhhh ...the light bulb just clicked on
now i see the reason for the anger
don't feel i really need to 'critique' this,
except to say that i think you have harnessed
your anger well enough to write this cleanly, and
not have it be a mindless rant
hope it was to some degree cathartic for you
cheers
p
Thanks P
No, I'm afraid it wasn't cathartic for me at all.
I think I would have preferred a mindless raging rant.
Actually right now I would prefer some blood on my hands, lol, but no, I'm just so damned civilized, these days.
It is despicable, to me, to accept the honest apology of someone, then insidiously manipulate that person into another angry exchange, so that one can then play the outraged and hurt victim, rally like-minded sychophants around the banner of self-righteous indignation, and whine about how "injured" one is.
It fills me with disgust, and with utter contempt.
This is actually an old one, but I figure its appropriate at this juncture...schism...yawning abyss...split-open wound...gaping chasm...
You seem to have enjoyed it, that's good.
You're welcome, Bee.
You're welcome, Bee.
Dear Jim,
WOW! I am interested in the circumstances or event that triggered this gunslinger poem. Really wonderfully penned.
“I am superior,” they yell,
“I am the chosen one,
my life is worth more,
my time on Earth’s important,
so much more than yours!”
Yet what will you remember in the end:
the din of those denying
the pointless failures of their lives,
or this lone voice quietly decrying
the self-righteous certainty
of their significance?
Bravo!, Cat
Hi Cat
This is an old one, inspired by some events on the old site. It was originally filled with personal attacks, but then I learned the futility of such things, and that making these sort of poems impersonal has a much better impact.
It certainly did when I wrote it.
Glad you like it.