It's easier to let something wither
Than to keep it fresh
It's easier to shoot bullets
Than dig them out from flesh
It's hard to salvage the heartbeat
Of a child about to die
It's hard, so hard, so very hard
But you don't even try.
It's easier to ignore the screams
Of lives which just explode
It's easier to make 'em wait
As their lives slowly erode
It's easier to toss back ships
Into a whirlpool they've just escaped
It's easier to let 'em live
On something barely scraped
Terror
Darkness
Anger
Move their queen to e5
Check.
Your move.
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AN: One day, I was frustrated with some of the world's problems and wrote this. This frustration was probably the main inspiration for the poem, however some more minor ones are listed below.
Inspiration: There's this poster in my science classroom that reads: "It's okay to not know, but it's not okay to not try." Also, the fairly often occurence of this happening during a chess game:
(A stares into space)
B: It's your move.
A: Oh, uh, yeah, uh, right.
And sometimes:
A: Illegal move!
B: Huh?
A: You didn't respond to check.
B: I was in check? Oh yeah...
(A facepalms)
Those two dialogues helped me think up the premise of the last stanza.
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Anarchy
PoezjaAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
