POEM STARTER

Use the idea of something becoming polluted as a metaphor in your poem.

Pungent

Desolated, wrecked and set ablaze

Everyone’s soul seems molded and decayed

Wiping away just enough from their eyes to get through the day

Do they care how you feel? I’m truly sorry to say

The lack of empathy in the world made it this way


A child walking the streets alone

Because their landlord kicked them out in the cold

For being late on rent for their home

Mothers doing unspeakable things to keep warmth in their bones

Now he sits on the curb, crying, with no hand to hold

The landlord sits back, on his stack of cash as other cast the first stone

If it were you, could you still dodge the rocks being thrown?


We play pretend we care about those who protect our rights

We steal from under them as soon as they enter boot camp and say goodbye

While their families live in fear and cry every night

Hoping that all of this is worth the honor and sacrifice

Oh, How the world sold them this lie

Now, he has a flag on a casket and it came as a surprise

When the government told her his benefits were going to be denied


Do we get it now?

Do we finally see?

The world only gets brighter with compassion and empathy


When it is finally time to meet the end

And you stare blankly out the door on your death bed

Waiting for someone to come in to hear another voice besides the one in your head

But no one’s coming. How you lived is how you go, and you are now condemned.

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