“The Fallen”

However did gold turn into black asphalt
leaving us dreamless and naked to reality,
pretty bobbles shiny and flawless
are what we seek.

It is not for the sport we strive
it is for the almighty sign of green,
icons revered, line pockets with payment,
but do not resemble heroes.

The apple twice bitten browns with greed.
We need to get back to basics,
as we grow to become haters of self.

Down a narrow path we travel
covered with thorns of ignorance,
blood trails are to be followed,
until the discovery of the less fortunate
is made while escaping our own scars.

Angels we are not, just mere mortals,
searching for guidance in a concrete jungle.

Thundering skies are growing near,
hopefully lightning will shatter the wall,
a wall of wealth surrounds our souls.

24KT black asphalt leads to a house of white,
special interests control reigns of power.

Gold glistens like a messiah adorned in Levi cloth,
saviors seeking saving from raiders,
of our very secret dreams, the American way.

Fear sees the true path of our salvation,
From Wall Street, to Texas oil fields, to Washington.

A triumvirate of sorts.

This rules America from behind closed doors
owning all that is gold,
except that one last drop of sweat,
that tastes so sweet upon the lips.

Timothy Michael DiVito c1993
“Gone in the flash of an eye”

Published by poetryofemotions5778

I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"

3 thoughts on ““The Fallen”

  1. Sin embargo, el oro se convirtió en asfalto negro dejándonos sin sueños y desnudos a la realidad, lindas bolas brillantes y sin defectos son lo que buscamos No es por el deporte que nos esforzamos es por el signo todopoderoso de verde, iconos venerados, bolsillos de línea con pago, pero no parezcas héroes. La manzana mordió dos veces los marrones con codicia. Necesitamos volver a lo básico, a medida que nos convertimos en enemigos de nosotros mismos. Por un camino estrecho viajamos cubierto de espinas de ignorancia, se deben seguir rastros de sangre, hasta el descubrimiento de los menos afortunados se hace mientras escapamos de nuestras propias cicatrices. Ángeles no somos, solo simples mortales, buscando orientación en una jungla de hormigón. Cielos atronadores crecen cerca, ojalá un rayo rompa la pared, Un muro de riqueza rodea nuestras almas. El asfalto negro de 24KT conduce a una casa blanca, los intereses especiales controlan los reinados del poder. El oro brilla como un mesías adornado con tela de Levi, salvadores que buscan salvarse de los asaltantes, de nuestros sueños muy secretos, al estilo americano. El miedo ve el verdadero camino de nuestra salvación, Desde Wall Street, hasta los campos petroleros de Texas, hasta Washington. Una especie de triunvirato. Esto gobierna a Estados Unidos a puerta cerrada poseer todo lo que es oro, excepto esa última gota de sudor, que sabe tan dulce en los labios.

    Excellent poem.

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