The Schism
I see you.
splitting us into boxes
with stamps that quell us.
Child though i may be,
blind i am not.
I still see.
Your planes and trucks don't fool me.
Your words and messages and microphones,
they don't smother the schism.
People fall in everyday.
Deeper, into the sea
of green and orange and brown
The reds of brotherhood bind them;
and the whites of illusion blind them.
But not me.
I still see.
Your wires are no substitute for our vines.
Your words are no substitute for our veins.
Our trees are still green, and will be.
Wherever you take us.
Your papers and print don't fool me.
Your bullets and guns and tongues,
They don't smother the schism.
For with your newspapers around my feet;
I will dance to my song.
Which you cannot hear.
You Angels are deaf to it.
But i am not blind.
I still see.
splitting us into boxes
with stamps that quell us.
Child though i may be,
blind i am not.
I still see.
Your planes and trucks don't fool me.
Your words and messages and microphones,
they don't smother the schism.
People fall in everyday.
Deeper, into the sea
of green and orange and brown
The reds of brotherhood bind them;
and the whites of illusion blind them.
But not me.
I still see.
Your wires are no substitute for our vines.
Your words are no substitute for our veins.
Our trees are still green, and will be.
Wherever you take us.
Your papers and print don't fool me.
Your bullets and guns and tongues,
They don't smother the schism.
For with your newspapers around my feet;
I will dance to my song.
Which you cannot hear.
You Angels are deaf to it.
But i am not blind.
I still see.
posted by sedder at 5:26 pm
4 Comments:
dearestm before i comment, tell me what u were thinking about when u wrote it,ok?
and let me tell you, do not waste your amazing talent please. write more,my joy
its about the withdrawal of israeli settlers from the gaza strip, chech. now shoot.
and thanks for the compliment.i will definitely keep writing. :)
not bad. thats it
kidding. its good. keep writing. but about something close to your heart. not about people living thousands of kilometres away from you.
Not discouraging you. just suggesting. thats all
hey chech.
i write about things close to my heart all the time. as in, i write about my own life all the time.
so this was a change. and i did feel a lot about this- because i do a course on the arab-israeli conflict. so it meant something to me.
ill let you read my other stuff. soon enough.
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