| Unawareness Some are now aware, And their anger has spawned an electric force. It his been converted into the tears of our Children. Oppresed, we have been devoured by this snug, dark space. This forest is like a veil which covers our eyes. We are blindfolded and our lives are no more than pin the tail on the donkey and to the oppresors, we are the donkeys. The few that are aware are only part of an unsuspecting, non-respecting, all knowing, all showing whole. Unawareness is a smothering blanket made for slaves to a wretched society. Awareness is when the truth slaps you with its lost fingers and you can finally breathe. but, the forest is a veil which covers our eyes. We're falling into the acrid abyss of false society- not likely to stop. The smog-like stench of it is embedded in our noses. Our lungs do not choke. They do not constrict. They ever so pleasantly inhale and accept the familiarity of it. These few that are aware choke and reject and eventually forget to take in this "air". That's when they can let go. They take a breath of long awaited freedom. Unawareness. It is the veil which covers Our Eyes. NEXT POEM MY POETRY HOME |