The Racism

The racism erases
the beautiful memories
and it believes
in the perfect
The racism is
a too big
and horrible problem
It is a
wrong and impure
The racism is
a bad and
public thought
The racism is
played by the
poors of reasons
The racism doesn't
live in the
jungle but it
lives in the
modern society
I'm against the
The racists are
cursed because they
are false
For me the
racism resides in
the hate
For the innocents
the racism is
lost war
For me the
racism doesn't exist
in a citizen
For me the
racism is a
terrible suffering
It can't stand
the harmony and
the heart of
a bay
It survives in
the evident darkness
The racism hates
the comfortable and
hospitable villa
The racism serves
the big Evil
It doesn't use
the magic
It wants to
destroy the balance
between the people
For the angels
the racism is
a shame and
a bright lie

by Laura arwen

Comments (6)

The poem echoes. Top marks!
One of Most complex poem poem i have read so far. I don't know what to say.
Very nice, John. I'm reminded of an oil painting. A Monet. One of that 'impressionistic style. I hear this being read, with music behind it. It's atmospheric and invites. 'Epiphany' moves.
Lovely. The repeated words (outside, wind) , the immersion of the senses, etc. all combine for a wonderful poem. -chuck
You Sir can write POETRY! ! ! ! ! ! Some write words and call it poetry some write some good lines and think themselves a poet - so few are good enough to be called a poet! I plan to be in edinburgh to perform some of mine soonish - I'd love to hear yours! Patrick
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