I want them all to think I’m some radical insane
Feeding on the deteriorating morality
Of their McCarthyism
I want to be the one cockroach
That picks up the foot and tosses
The capitalist aside
I want to be the procommunist
Procapitalist
That everyone can find a piece to hate
Labels are like diseases
Slowly you watch pieces
You once cherished fall and
Rot from the bone
As one conforms and
Three murders two,
Only four three to find
He’s been played
By the all powerful five
Powerful! I’m just trying to figure out the significance of the shape of your poem. I’m pretty sure it has a larger theme that I am missing here, sadly.
Do check out my page too if you’re interested 🙂
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Thank you Faristha! The parallel lines are intended to imply that it doesn’t matter which I choose. It isn’t a matter of the views as much as these labels keep us separated and the people further from reaching their full potential.
The last part of the poem I’m trying to imply that labels are there to create a hierarchy, a system of ranking based on some merit of quality, but the merit is regularly arbitrary (and is attributed in the media to whiteness)
Do you have any advice on how I could make this more clear or improve my message? Thanks for commenting! And I’d love to check your page.
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