Father,
Why have you forsaken me?
Abandoned in the wasteland of my life
Left to search for substance in an empty land
A land filled with the propaganda of your false profits
All so that they might increase the profits in their pockets
White picket profits
With deep pockets
Spew their sewer propaganda
Poisoning the ocean of the masses
Picking people apart
Picking ME apart
Picking apart my art
Saying I’m possessed
Saying “I’m not impressed”
I don’t give a fuck if your impressed
And maybe I am possessed
Not by demons or devils
But by sense
I am a living protest
I can not be pacified by
False profits with deep pockets
We are not commodities to
Be bought and sold
It doesn’t matter how many times we are told
We will overcome
I will carry the flag into battle
We will rage!
We will rage against the dieing of the light!
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I must say, I like this one. You kept the rhyming scheme consistent all throughout, almost, however when read fast like the Black Panthers when they protested it definitely flows and works very nicely for the piece. You made a very smooth transition from talking about your father abandoning you, (and from the language use in line 2 I assume you mean God, not your biological father, correct?), into what you refer to as false profits. Which if the first line was referring to God then you just made the false profits and their propaganda all the more interesting. Since you’re using the first line to attract the attention of God it makes the poem read as if you’re talking to God, like a letter, which again makes the piece all the more interesting and because this is what I think when I read by this point you had me very excited. As always, I love your metaphors and imagery. These false profits aren’t just passing out propaganda, they are spewing sewer propaganda. You don’t come out and say they’re trying to make a buck off us, you word it as them filling their pockets. That could make for a very good political cartoon, I think I’ll draft it up. I love your fighting spirit. I’ve participated in many a protest and reading lines 20 and down give me the same sense of spirit we have during a protest. Very invigorating. However, your last line has a me a bit perplexed. You say you will rage against the dying of the light, the “light” which is more commonly paired with Heaven, angels, God and these false profits would fall under that as well. But you say you will rage against the dying of the light. So you spent a whole poem down-talking this “light” and now you’re going to save it? Or are you implying that these false profits aren’t apart of the “light” and you’re going to save the “light” from the false profits? Please clarify.
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