They The System
The system we have chosen has left us.
A glitch worth more dead than beating,
Divides with time's inheritance.
The system we spoke of is silent.
Cruel mutes of the new order
Cradle the hush of hungry places
And the streets are eating all the screams.
The system we believed in
Is not even a system.
It is a human being.
A shake of hands.
A corporation.
A war.
But a system is in us.
An original surrender
Of every current method
In every single process.
Complete positive destruction
From all sides.
Rebuild from the chaos
They left behind.
And it cannot happen soon enough
Because the system we have broken
Will kill us.
Yvonne Brunton
Mon 19th Mar 2012 18:23
I can believe in this disillusion with and dissolution of 'The System'. This kind of runs parallel with my poem 'Peace'. Your poem takes the thoughts one step further a call to action.
I like the ending 'the system we have broken will kill us' - very ominous.