The Chanters – a poem
Posted by John, October 10th, 2017 - under Poems.
The chanters
I have retreated
Not to the mountains
But to the conurbation
That mass of humanity
Spreading itself across the land
And the sea
We cannot forget the sea
For it does not forget us
Or those
Who wave the tide away
Which is what we all do
Do we not?
When reality imposes itself
On a life grown weak by strength
And brave faces
We are all stoics now
Somehow
But that is not material
For in the world of slaves
There is no joy
I will roll the mountain
Up again, and again
It never ends, this rolling
Up, then down
Up and down
That is our life,
Is it?
No words, no visit
Just a parachute
To plummet down
Guided by the clown
A laugh will end the fear
No one volunteers
A smile
The jokes are dead
And so we retire
To bed, forever bed
Where the flames crash
Red, upon the soil
That is destiny
Yours, mine, all
The tortured mind
In a tortured soul
Made whole, by incantations
The chants never end
Only the chanters do
John Passant 10 October 2017
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Comments
Comment from John
Time October 15, 2017 at 5:01 pm
Ha. I don’t think Chavez was a socialist.
Comment from Kay
Time October 15, 2017 at 9:53 am
A good article for those who think socialism works well:
http://www.couriermail.com.au/travel/travel-news/the-international-monetary-fund-has-severe-concerns-for-struggling-venezuela/news-story/dc63146d8e355ba1e7e7d19e5e87b35b
Remember how you and your socialist friends applauded Chavez and his socialist regime.