Today's prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a poem titled, "Under _______,"
and (2) " write your own poem that muses on love, but isn’t a traditional love poem in the sense of expressing love between romantic partners."
Once again, I feel I went off on a bit of a tangent on the NaPoWriMo prompt, but I guess it's a kind of musing on love - or the inability of a person to feel it. I got a bit political once again.
Under a Loveless Regime
What must it be like for you,
when the only things you seem to love
are money and power?
When “empathy” is like a foreign language,
and “care” is for suckers?
It must get very lonely when your own wife
brushes your hand away in public,
when you can’t muster up enough love
even for a pet.
People to you are not a source of comfort,
but just means to an end, transactional objects,
victims to be duped, insulted, threatened,
conned into thinking you’re on their side.
Of course you can always take solace
in your love of yourself, the self-appointed GOAT,
sharing god-like images of yourself,
surrounding yourself with people
who think, or at least say, you’re wonderful.
You say, “My people love me!”
but the only thing you really seek from them
is fear and loyalty.
You must have got everything you wanted
as a kid, except the thing you needed most.
At the end of the day,
do you have anyone to hug?
Would anyone really care
if you weren’t here tomorrow?
I would feel pity for you
if you didn’t make me, us,
and the rest of the world,
miserable.
when the only things you seem to love
are money and power?
When “empathy” is like a foreign language,
and “care” is for suckers?
brushes your hand away in public,
when you can’t muster up enough love
even for a pet.
but just means to an end, transactional objects,
victims to be duped, insulted, threatened,
conned into thinking you’re on their side.
in your love of yourself, the self-appointed GOAT,
sharing god-like images of yourself,
surrounding yourself with people
who think, or at least say, you’re wonderful.
You say, “My people love me!”
but the only thing you really seek from them
is fear and loyalty.
as a kid, except the thing you needed most.
At the end of the day,
do you have anyone to hug?
Would anyone really care
if you weren’t here tomorrow?
I would feel pity for you
if you didn’t make me, us,
and the rest of the world,
miserable.
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