Empty Halls Teaser
I'm not going to post my entire poem here, but a stanza or two shouldn't hurt. Some of it stands alone, even without the others. There's 16 stanzas. I think it drags on a little too much, though what I was going for was a semi-prophetic tone.
A tyrant: freedom, democracy
A dullness shining; a tearless cry
Accepting denial, hypocrisy
A bloodless massacre; a truthful lie
Burdens not borne, a lost cause won
Two joined halves, with glue and oil
Still-lives lived, an arrested run
Still-barren crops on fertile soil
Sleepwalking through a maze of glass,
Lionhearted mouse, the hunger appeases
An unplanned scene in a world class
Savored fruit and forgotten cheeses
Time whose tick endlessly tocks
Marking loss or gain, or simple measure
Ignorant, wisdom’s naivety mocks
And by losing gains priceless leisure
A tyrant: freedom, democracy
A dullness shining; a tearless cry
Accepting denial, hypocrisy
A bloodless massacre; a truthful lie
Burdens not borne, a lost cause won
Two joined halves, with glue and oil
Still-lives lived, an arrested run
Still-barren crops on fertile soil
Sleepwalking through a maze of glass,
Lionhearted mouse, the hunger appeases
An unplanned scene in a world class
Savored fruit and forgotten cheeses
Time whose tick endlessly tocks
Marking loss or gain, or simple measure
Ignorant, wisdom’s naivety mocks
And by losing gains priceless leisure