the ego epidemic by Anamel: Posted With Author's Permission
Apr 4, 2020 9:35:31 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Apr 4, 2020 9:35:31 GMT -5
the ego epidemic
by Anamel
Something is calling from the opposite end of this shore;
Enchanting and profound, and some of us have become afraid
It is deeper than the blue whale’s rumble, more alluring than the siren’s song,
Those who don’t know how to swim have become too comfortable on land,
While others blindly wade into the water without care for life or death.
And though we cannot see face to face, our hearing has become clear;
As if humanity has been incredibly blind, and chooses to become blind again.
Earth’s animals, supposedly the most primal of all, remain undisturbed
As the people cave into overwhelming fear and hatred for themselves
To be faced with the soul inside they find comfort in eternally ignoring
And it calls again, tears and hands shake but the ground does not quake,
Desperation calls for an excuse and panic wears the perfect suit
With it all comes a reflection of the world our species has labored to build,
Of the greed and power holding zombified workers by their sleeves.
So call it what you want: the angel’s trumpets pouring out of heaven,
The rapture and the end of this world as we humans know it,
Earth’s revenge for the sickness and pollution we have bred,
But most of all it is another chance to become an equal,
To evolve from the child that has fallen on the ground,
To not cry over a scrape and simple bruise
And not to wait and plead for a great sign that does not show.
Enchanting and profound, and some of us have become afraid
It is deeper than the blue whale’s rumble, more alluring than the siren’s song,
Those who don’t know how to swim have become too comfortable on land,
While others blindly wade into the water without care for life or death.
And though we cannot see face to face, our hearing has become clear;
As if humanity has been incredibly blind, and chooses to become blind again.
Earth’s animals, supposedly the most primal of all, remain undisturbed
As the people cave into overwhelming fear and hatred for themselves
To be faced with the soul inside they find comfort in eternally ignoring
And it calls again, tears and hands shake but the ground does not quake,
Desperation calls for an excuse and panic wears the perfect suit
With it all comes a reflection of the world our species has labored to build,
Of the greed and power holding zombified workers by their sleeves.
So call it what you want: the angel’s trumpets pouring out of heaven,
The rapture and the end of this world as we humans know it,
Earth’s revenge for the sickness and pollution we have bred,
But most of all it is another chance to become an equal,
To evolve from the child that has fallen on the ground,
To not cry over a scrape and simple bruise
And not to wait and plead for a great sign that does not show.
REVIEW
Timely and skillfully-written poems such as this one are very rare. This one is a beautiful poem about humanity’s indifference toward the environment and how some of us are not heeding a call to action in order to fix things before they are irreparably broken!
The vocabulary flows smoothly and the organization of the poem progresses logically and coherently. The tone is mysterious and the urgency of the situation is conveyed very forcefully via references to mythology. Personification of the Earth via claiming that it is seeking revenge upon its human assailants. The comparison of mankind to a child that needs to grow to responsible maturity. The urging it to cease crying like a bruised child and act like an adult.
Punctuation suggestion
But most of all[,]
....the siren’s song [.]
....does not quake[.]
But most of all[,]
....for an excuse[,]
.... face[-]to[-]face
To be faced with the soul....
To encounter the soul....
That prevents the repetition of the word “face ”which was recently used twice in the idiomatic expression of face-to-face.
Besides these minor points, the poem if excellent! Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to reading more of your work.