Old Gods
Old Gods
Mechanical beasts cut plaid-green
ribbons and ruts, American canals between
our shared blood. Golden
fields of corn, white-gold cotton
cast shadows of old gods.
Men, women, children cut by
bolls and whips. American veins
made to shed blood. Scarred,
black bodies, red cotton
cast shadows on us.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5zesz0/pygmalion_apnea/dexlcna
Edit: snow-white to white-gold, red-stained to red
Posted Mar 26, 2017, 8:10 PM UTC · edited
Patriotism as a dead, dying, and decrepit old religion. So interesting. Such violent imagery juxtaposed versus such a common refrain, love of country. That we cannot escape our past, despite how we patronizingly and ignorantly embolden our greatness, our ironic freedom, and memoralize the blood shed for it. The wrong blood, in this case.
Great thought-provoking poem. Good job.
Is this a poem or is this just poetic? My phone opened up to you so maybe I was just in a poem mind frame but damn, do I love it. I'm seeing it as spoken word, you can rip off my rip off and post it.
Patriotism, dead, dying a decrepit old religion
Such violent imagery, juxtaposed, versus common refrian
Love of country, we cannot escape our past.
Patronizingly ignorant, embolden our greatness,
our ironic freedom, memorialized the blood shed for it,
the wrong blood.
Dazam dude, I didn't even see that. When I make two more critiques and it's been a day at least, I'll post that. Go me, inadvertently!
Thanks for the assist!
Thanks! Totally agree with everything there, but it was weird to write a "political" piece.
The truth is stranger than fiction, as they say.