Recently, I decided to challenge myself to write in a form I don’t typically use- poetic verse. It’s outside of my comfort zone, but I’m beginning to really enjoy it and hope you do, as well! Please feel free to share any of the poems (with attribution or, preferably, through a direct link to this site.) Edited on March 27, 2020: I’ve decided to post each poem separately. “The People” will remain here since it was the first one in the series.
The People
by Sara Hughes
The People were dying
And the ruling class said,
“Revolution can wait, here have a little bread.”
The People were dying
And the ruling class stated,
“Revolution won’t work, drink wine and be sated.”
The People were dying
And the ruling class spoke,
“Revolution is nonsense, we’ll make it a joke.”
The People were dying
And the ruling class feared,
“Revolution is nearing, let’s make war for years.”
The People were dying
And the ruling class paled,
“Revolution is working, let’s put them in jail.”
The People were dying
And the ruling class learned,
“Revolution needs resources, steal all they’ve earned”
The People were dying
And the ruling class laughed,
“Revolution can’t work if we split them in halves.”
The People are dying
The ruling class rules
Will we rise up together or perish, as fools?
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