Good morning and welcome to another installment of The Poetry Corner! Please join me in welcoming Ed Ireland and his poem, Alone In A Crowd.
Alone In A Crowd by Ed Ireland
Day into night then back into day
foolishly laughing his existence away.
Never listening to anything he might say.
They don’t care to speak, just want play
Cold and uncaring, thoughtless and cruel,
deathly silence is their horrible tool.
Never worried about the thoughts of a fool.
Silence is now their miscreant rule.
Curse his existence, wish he was dead
cut out his tongue then rip off his head!
Shatter his face with a pipe made from lead!
Do what you must, erase what was said.
But death is too ruthless, gaudy, and final.
There’s much more harm in speaking denial.
Shun him instead till his life starts to shrivel,
the verdict is passed without jury or trial.
So night into day then back into night,
they scurry along and hide from the light.
Never knowing or caring or doing what’s right.
The crowd passes by as he fades from sight.
He was never one of them, he had no call
There was no passion in the words he would scrawl.
But deep into his heart they had no sight at all,
they laughed and gloated as his words would fall.
And so it is ended! he muttered out loud,
But I’ll not be defeated or placed in your shroud!
Here I shall stand defiant, dignified, and proud!
But despite his speech he remained alone in a crowd.
About the poem: The lone rebel, the last voice of reason. In past times killed for his views while today he is simply dismissed. Branded as a lunatic at best, he is dismissed and avoided…shunned by his peers.
Amazing poem, Ed!
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