Poem Repost
This was originally posted to a community that no longer exists, and I had linked to it here. Since the community's not there any more, my poem is similarly not there, I'm reposting here, mostly for my own benefit. You've all probably read it already, back when it was on critical_divide.
I wrote this in highschool. Sophomore year. Art class. The girl at my table was writing poems for her vocabulary development class, one for herself and one for a friend. I was bored out of my mind, and even though I wouldn't have usually, I offered to write her friend's. The idea was use six of the however-many words on that weeks list to write a rhyming poem. I, being the person that I am, used all of them. Monica then told me it "Sounded way too smart to be her friend's, but thanks anyway." And I liked it a lot. So I kept it.
Defiance against Oppression
by Elizabeth Muire
Not exactly salutary, this little rhyme,
No autonomy, or amnesty, not this time.
Being scourged by stinging whips and scathing words,
I am screaming in the silence, never heard.
Every one of them flouting my distress,
I’m in the inquisition, unwilling to confess.
I can only hope the straitlaced, vapid faces
Seeing me can recognize my fractious hand of aces.
Their caveat, though painful, amounts to naught,
And I’ll blazon my defiance though I should not.
Their axiomatic precepts never seem,
As equitable as the democratic dream.
No one to extricate me from my trouble now,
And if pain is only transient I can’t see how.
I’ll filch the unwieldy, awful truth from behind their lock,
And I’ll engrave their inherent evil on a rock,
For every nation, every person to know their reign,
That my fleeting time here be not in vain.
Their sepulchral darkness is fighting with my light;
Perhaps it’s time for my final soporific night.
I wrote this in highschool. Sophomore year. Art class. The girl at my table was writing poems for her vocabulary development class, one for herself and one for a friend. I was bored out of my mind, and even though I wouldn't have usually, I offered to write her friend's. The idea was use six of the however-many words on that weeks list to write a rhyming poem. I, being the person that I am, used all of them. Monica then told me it "Sounded way too smart to be her friend's, but thanks anyway." And I liked it a lot. So I kept it.
Defiance against Oppression
by Elizabeth Muire
Not exactly salutary, this little rhyme,
No autonomy, or amnesty, not this time.
Being scourged by stinging whips and scathing words,
I am screaming in the silence, never heard.
Every one of them flouting my distress,
I’m in the inquisition, unwilling to confess.
I can only hope the straitlaced, vapid faces
Seeing me can recognize my fractious hand of aces.
Their caveat, though painful, amounts to naught,
And I’ll blazon my defiance though I should not.
Their axiomatic precepts never seem,
As equitable as the democratic dream.
No one to extricate me from my trouble now,
And if pain is only transient I can’t see how.
I’ll filch the unwieldy, awful truth from behind their lock,
And I’ll engrave their inherent evil on a rock,
For every nation, every person to know their reign,
That my fleeting time here be not in vain.
Their sepulchral darkness is fighting with my light;
Perhaps it’s time for my final soporific night.