a poem i wrote a little while ago
I'm not really sure what i think about this poem yet but i support what its trying to say, however it is open to interpretation...
Humanity's Torn Clothes
Status stands tall as does the perpetual rhythm beating through skin,
A beaded thread strung softly through society,
These fetter's enthrall the few speechless vigils,
The silent spectators are captivated,
Trying to escape falling into a dumbfounded gaze,
Under the ashes of buried history the remnants of the inmates are burnt and bleeding,
They're skin is fragile yet rough with hatred worn-in,
Worn-out and fearful they are protected,
pausing in spaces of still similarity,
* * *
While the culprits claim innocence,
Victimized themselves by their cruel conspiracy,
Like lepers they're limbs grow weak striving to cover up their own deformities,
In this gathering of the sickly and blinded men,
Pride is their golden trophy,
Their victory pulsates into society,
It cuts,
It tares,
It tatters the flesh,
Human blood bleeds the crimson consequence,
Fumbling in their self mutilation,
Fumbling in their picture perfect penitentiary
Fumbling in their segregated, separated, simulation of sanity
Screams hold beauty as an alternative in this knot of people slowly surrendering to war machines,
* * *
Humanity is weeping in the soft,
Breezes forced back,
Behind billowing smoke,
Her tears soon descending,
Reaching the ocean floor,
Quickly these derelict pearls are buried by vengeful tides,
Vindictive in their long strides of azure bewilderment,
* * *
These deep wounds of terror form scars on the flesh of man,
Incisions formed by boundaries that strip us of our power,
* * *
But in the fear stricken crevasses of our hands meeting together,
For a short time,
The boundaries become obscurities in my soul
Humanity's Torn Clothes
Status stands tall as does the perpetual rhythm beating through skin,
A beaded thread strung softly through society,
These fetter's enthrall the few speechless vigils,
The silent spectators are captivated,
Trying to escape falling into a dumbfounded gaze,
Under the ashes of buried history the remnants of the inmates are burnt and bleeding,
They're skin is fragile yet rough with hatred worn-in,
Worn-out and fearful they are protected,
pausing in spaces of still similarity,
* * *
While the culprits claim innocence,
Victimized themselves by their cruel conspiracy,
Like lepers they're limbs grow weak striving to cover up their own deformities,
In this gathering of the sickly and blinded men,
Pride is their golden trophy,
Their victory pulsates into society,
It cuts,
It tares,
It tatters the flesh,
Human blood bleeds the crimson consequence,
Fumbling in their self mutilation,
Fumbling in their picture perfect penitentiary
Fumbling in their segregated, separated, simulation of sanity
Screams hold beauty as an alternative in this knot of people slowly surrendering to war machines,
* * *
Humanity is weeping in the soft,
Breezes forced back,
Behind billowing smoke,
Her tears soon descending,
Reaching the ocean floor,
Quickly these derelict pearls are buried by vengeful tides,
Vindictive in their long strides of azure bewilderment,
* * *
These deep wounds of terror form scars on the flesh of man,
Incisions formed by boundaries that strip us of our power,
* * *
But in the fear stricken crevasses of our hands meeting together,
For a short time,
The boundaries become obscurities in my soul