I see,
men, talking amongst themselves
their wives waiting at home,
their life, their grazing goats,
the green that engulfs their
world.
Looking from a moving car
all the colours merge
blend into one,
the unflinching grey
of the highway that travels through
the heart of the countryside
and holds power over
men, over their children
turning their minds into
giant pits of tar, foul smelling
and treacherous.
Suddenly, there is no one
to feed the goats anymore
no one to stay awake
in search of rain
and
abandoned fields
abandoned homes
abandoned kids
abandoned gods
only a screeching juggernaut
down a monotonous road
singing songs
of a brave new world.
Great poem!
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Thank you so much. A road trip across the countryside is a pretty powerful inspiration. Please check out my other poems too
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