When the world was portioned

we all got our cup.

And the rest was saved for our childrens spoons.

So we sipped away, then licked the cup

Looked up at our fathers and he said "good luck"

We're eating cotton now, in a land stained

with advertisments, following chains.

Spooning the ground for one bead of flesh

while sitting in the comfort while your shackled to the ground

We've all read books about the cunning of man,

these roots are heartless but harmless,

noble but sick,

right but wrong.

Because if an act can glorify the glory of life,

then I would have some in my spoon

not filling it with vices that i sacrifice for.

The glory of life is in that satisfaction you get

when you realize that being shackled to the earth in no way keeps you from seeing the earth,

and maybe,

just maybe,

there will be something to look forward to in death. 

Keyword: something to look forward to

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-06-09 11:41:38 .... another good deep piece. + Report this comment
Posted by Something Indecent 2008-06-18 21:29:59 .... Dude, dark. But well written and intrigueing. Go write some more stuff for me to read. + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-07-23 21:49:29 .... There is a grave message in this poem. Life on earth is but about deeds and each deed takes us either towards heaven or hell. Death is just a return to our permanent abode. To our father. This world's life is a temporary stay. + Report this comment

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