Remembrance

by Masala

Published April 10, 2009

Remembrance

It had started, simply enough with a fork
It was just a fork, what harm could it do?
Like a lone citizen standing in front of a tank
The solider alone in his endeavor is silenced
But he is not forgotten

Or is he?

The populist outcry of injustices is stifled
Black, Yellow, Red
The Other
The knives of government are victorious,
Adding the utensils of the world to the fork

Are they remembered?

Three cups join in solidarity
They are silent, unmoving, constant
But as they gain their wants and wishes
They turn against each other
In a fervency of violence that consumes them

Will we remember?

A family of brown rimmed plates are condemned
Shuffled along, starved
The cry of a child, encamped; short-lived
Incoherently tousled together
Their lives have become dispensable

How will we remember?

The fork is no longer alone
The world's victims have joined him
In the overflowing crimson dishwater
But the harm is still unseen,
Still repeated

When will we remember?

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Eraqio
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Eraqio wrote a review Review · Apr 10, 2009

Very proper language.

It diddnt really come off as lyrical to me.

As prose, maybe, I dont know I'm no expert.

On to content.

This was a great work, to me at least, some of the parts come off as just kind of tossed together, like you went for a specific feel and or emotion and just kind of jumbled a few things together for a simple image.

I'd work on harsher tones in written form to put forward a clearer and more striking visual image for the reader.

Otherwise, very well done, stunning.

Exe's and Oh's, Eraqio.



In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening