Sta.sh
Rock-A-Bye
by `utroof elements tested
approved and marketed
to the natures of force
that enforce nature's womb
delighting in curious
joys of bioscience
while knocking on the door
of a proud nation's tomb
wash up before dinner
is served in a line
to beaten down soldiers
with dirt-leather skinned
famine screaming
from all-seeing eyes
and dried over-coat
-of-arms that extend
fingers are stiffened
in trigger-curled shape
cracking with leadened
heat, bandaged in tape
sleep well tonight
in the cot in the rain
in the trench in the fright
of the men who lay slain
lullaby, lieutenant
and general, goodnight
for the party starts early
as the dawn draws its light
whence with crippling pride
you take your last stand
as your weapons engrave
narrow lines in the sand
for this home of the brave
which you honor command
if i might be of help,
or some trouble to save
i'll just hand you this shovel
as you dig your own grave
the land has been tested
soil's mineral rich
approved for a 4 foot deep
coffin-filled ditch
sleep well tonight, sergeant
and henceforth peacefully
18 years living
in the home of the free
rockabye bullets
in the red sky
when the night glows
as missles stream by
when the blood blankets
when the land quakes
down fall the soldiers
and no one awakes
"sleep well tonight
in the cot in the rain
in the trench in the fright
of the men who lay slain"
//spunj13
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doctor!doctor!
wind up your soldiers and send them to see, the skies and the oceans their coffins will be
meow
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"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." --1984 by George Orwell
in trigger-curled shape"
wow.
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less talk more rokk
it's been said by many people in recent times especially.. though maybe not quite as graphically. which i think is good. t'is good to shock people sometimes.. get's their attention. and this poem got mine.
excellent work.
milath
Anyhow. I think your first few lines do seem a bit "fishing." Then you got your groove and kicked on to the second stanza. I see how it relates but I just am reminded of someone telling me they almost always have to delete their first few lines because it takes a while for his head to be fully into what he's writing. Now I want to ask about a couple lines:
"if i might be of help,
or some trouble to save
i'll just hand you this shovel
as you dig your own grave"
The whole stanza relating to those 4 lines uses "you, your, I." I just want to know if your use of *I* directly relates to you.
Crippling pride, Fully agreed.
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I was born a porno plumbing plunging philantropist potato plugging poor probably pissed probably poling paters' progeny.
what an interesting read. and markedly so given that this style of poetry is not something i typically gravitate towards, it catches me / pulls nonetheless, hence the mark of something
quite
interesting.