The Joy is Gone
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I was tapping my left foot to match the dubstep mix on the radio,
And their first responders were waltzing around unconscious kids to save what was left
When my cat was dozing off wrapped in blissful wool,
They were running, all at once, through the shattered glass and stone
I was patiently waiting through the interstitial, anticipating the death rock ahead
They were anticipating death
When Doctors without Borders were pinching out shards of metals from their young interstitial tissues
I was tending roses in my garden,
And the vampire butterflies were sucking nectar pooled around their centaur bodies
Their displaced bones lay like a monument around the infield made out of a dead hospital
Earlier tonight, they were trying to find shelters in the crevices of rubble that used to be their home
Earlier today, I was sipping a lavender latte, adoring the vanilla sky,
Humming softly a half-forgotten hymn
Later tonight, in the bright moonlight, they were remembering the lord too,
Louder than possible, calling, crying, "lord, have mercy."
Later today, I froze when their improvisatory screaming was broadcasted as some novelty song
Almost burst into tears like I'd been hit by an arrow
Then the following news announced contempt for imported convertible sports cars
The next was about a celebratory banquet,
Then the one about planting hollyhocks
I was not crying, distracted, I was merely quiet
And I was quiet before..
When it was gradually becoming a disaster, when things literally went nuts,
When the buildings fell as if made out of tin cans, and the graveyard became deeper
I was silent when they were singing breakup anthems, chanting folk songs for the brave departures
When the defenders obliterated the choir, calling their symphony nonsense, their lives a lie
We summoned and spanked the defenders, yes
"Hey, You.., We know your intentions are all good.
But you play terribly, like a naughty, naughty boy."
But the politicians beamed, smugly saying, "Yeah, I'm better than you", and deliciously muttered their next moves
And the Avengers didn't arrive to clean the mess and save the day
Remember yesterday I boastfully proclaimed in three hundred words or more
that I am not a painter but a Poet?
I listen and I have a voice
Noo.. turn a deaf ear to the sounds and fury, Try and listen to a different song.
Nope! Again, you are taking everything literally, understand the prompt
You need to make poetry cute, musical, fun…
Auto-censor on social media is too sensitive to human calamity
You should think of the 'hurting kind'
Everyone knows... ‘silence is not consent’
But silence is good.
Silence is gold.
Stay silent.
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glopowrimo day 5 prompt
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