Happiness Is A Privilege

Happiness is a privilege
Most certainly not a right
For if it were,
More individuals would be joyful and bright

But life beats us down
Forcing us to behave
And, almost always, in the pain,
We just so happen to cave

You must act how you are instructed
Speak in a specific way
The standards set by society
Will surely lead you astray

Some people are put down
For wanting to believe
I sometimes think people are dead for years
And sooner we should grieve

We kill our creativity
We burn out our individuality
We crush our originality
We cannot progress spiritually

I believe in a love
That doesn't exist
Or rather, I did, but soon saw the truth
For I experienced my first heartbreak
Later in my youth

Loving someone of the same will kill you
Make you keep everything inside
I'm sorry
But you will not find me in view
For in my mind I reside

by Rae Wycuff

Comments (6)

'Some came in chains' 'Retreating and hoping were finished.' 'Cures thus a long campaign, Making death easy.' - I think I enjoy Hemingway because he's as gloomy and down-trodden as me, in his writes. Xx NDS
Through the verses of this poem, the reader could certainly tell that Hemingway thought that war was a mega-mistake and a meaningless waste of lives. The dead soldiers were both Fallen Heroes and Slaughtered Sheep, victims of manifest evil. The survivors were lucky to get out alive but they suffered Irreparable Damage emotionally and psychically if not physically. Alienated, the soldiers felt they were sacrificed by their country. Hemingway totally believed in this quote from Kipling- If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied As Hemingway writes in A FAREWELL TO ARMS- - I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it….Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. I had never thought Hemingway poetic or a writer of poems- -I was so wrong. His novels have the best poetry ever written in their sentences and his poems are the tip of his novels' icebergs.
Captivating captives and their categories versified. Thanks for sharing.
A strange poet is he, is he Better his prose than his poetry.
............this is a dramatic poem.....and heart breaking imagery...
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