The Silent Consent

Murray Taylor By Murray Taylor, 17th Jun 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A poem taking a look at a modern country (not labeling a singular one) and speaking about the subtle formula society has created. Asking simply for the reader to look around them with an open mind and look past the media.

My second attempt at poetry and my first time posting to this site. Hope I have done okay :)

The Silent Consent

(Before I begin, this poem is not written about a specific country, musician or political leader but rather a call to open-mindedness and to look closer at the system around you and notice any similar patterns.)

The Silent Consent by Murray Taylor

When silence is virtue one must be careful to whimper
For beware the curfew on thought and on reason
For one must not speak of treason, he be only but a demon
He impedes your very freedom. Beware of his unnatural winter.
We must not stop his wither. All we need is but a whisper.

The streets collide with noise and lights.
Lights that provide the colour in the air.
Gifts of progress given with care, To a grid ensnared.
As if cemented in a square. Stay in sight.
No need to excite. No warmth but bright.

The noise rises as days go by and the droning.
Oh the surprises of our progress and creativity.
Which breeds responsibility. Must only aid productivity.
Continue the captivity, none wish to hear the moaning.
Forever hide the groaning. Just continue with the zoning.

The music plays and the growing crowds cheer.
Millions stay, the beat goes for days and days.
Their thoughts convey, while it fits a cliche.
Their beliefs betrayed, writing what we want to hear.
No profiteer would wish to instill fear.

The throne has changed, we decide the sitter.
Freedom exchanged and a lion released of chains,
But when hard to tame, the action of the acclaimed?
Better to maim than to give the beast his dinner.
Lace his meals with liquor for we know the beast's a sinner.

The fields of flowers, are they not content?
With the passing of hours, with the protection of the powers?
May they marvel at the towers and the petals they devour.
For do the flowers cower when the sitter takes his rent.
You gave them your consent to become the one percent.

The silent virtue was ours to stop the whimper
And the curfew was only but our reason
We decide the treason, to rid us of this demon
He impedes our very freedom. But the beast is not the killer.
So you may wish to reconsider, who you pick to be the sitter.

He may hold blankets but he is not the knitter.
He may provide gifts, but he is not the giver.
He may give the drinks, but he doesn't make them bitter.
You may wish to keep your figure, but he cannot make you thinner.

Although some may be happy, for life must have a winner.
Will it be you? Or will it be the sitter.

(Thank you very much for reading and I am looking forward to reading your feedback!)


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author avatar Murray Taylor
Lower class guy from Queensland, Australia.

Mostly will focus on some poetry though unsure as to the extent of what I'll be posting.

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author avatar WOGIAM
17th Jun 2014 (#)

You havedone well, Murray, the beauty of poetry is that is usually is never wrong, as it all depends on the reader and subject matter. Commendable use of prose, kudos.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
17th Jun 2014 (#)

Nice poem.

Very deep in meaning.

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