When we looked
backward, upon
the paths of madness,
we will bow our
heads in shame.
You mentioned the
paths that our elders
blazed, but in no way
is it the same.
We built the machines
that would raze
the earth and would
raise the worth
of the coin over realm.
In the final years,
whilst grinning through
toxic tears, we pushed
aside the hungry roar,
and greedily counted
our bloody gold.
©️ Obol, 2018.
Flawless poetry!
I often wonder if shame even exists anymore? The ending lines…heartbreaking.
Thank you! It’s definitely a heartbreaking thought. I often wonder about the relationship between shame and regret.
A Great topic of conversation!
Your so welcome!