Dinosaurs

By Philip Sidney

Sun, 05 Apr 2015
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They walk the earth

think that they own it

take for granted that they

or one of their kind

will win

the right to tell us how to live our lives.

 

Self-satisfied, gleaming skin and hair

dazzling white smiles

sharp, sharp teeth

so, so sincere

with tiresome platitudes

they think we want to hear.

                                                

Too suave for rosettes

media savvy -

they cannot see

that so are we

their words fall like digital bits

sound bites from another time.

 

How do we rid ourselves of these tyrannous beasts?

Fierce religion?  Plague?  Something , something 

 

bide our time

dream of days

when dinosaurs

no longer walk the earth.

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Been watching any political debates? :)

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

smiley

Submitted by Bee on

Great comparison. Points well made. 

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Bee.

Submitted by hilary west on

A satirical metaphor indeed, maybe a bit harsh!

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

It's a harsh culture they perpetuate, but perhaps you're right, some of them mean well.

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

The neo-dinosaurs will hopefully become extinct before they take the rest of us with them...

nice poem...

Submitted by celticman on

sound bytes often cause fright and we scurry to hide somewhere they can't find. 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Idealists of the 60's, dinos by the 80's . . . life goes on.

Good modern poem, which if fact is really about timelessness.cool

 

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I've been carefully avoiding it all and relying on observation and memory.

Parson Thru

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

I too enjoyed the political inuendo.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Jean. :)