The world is full of spectacles
Like justice and sympathy.
Through glasses-clad eyes
The world seems refracted
Everyone's deeds flying by
And their karma exacted
But glass quivers when they speak
They who patrol 'their' streets
They scar the stoned sidewalk
And when we meet
Pedestrians in their innocence
Form a barricade of ignorance.
Punch
Crunch
Shatter
Scatter—
The world is full of shattered spectacles
Like bystanders and apathy.
Through shard-scarred eyes
The world seems broken
Everyone's deeds marching by
And justice soft-spoken
I donned my armour of cynicism
And kept looking behind
Yet in my narcissism
Forgot no glasses...
Means I'm blind.
So this is epiphany:
Gears rolling into position
And I think I've got an appointment
With my local optician.
My scars' loose stitching?
Undone. Getting new seams—
The world is full of fixed spectacles
Like hope and dreams.
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A/N: Inspired by 'Speculum' by apostropheA. Check it out if you like fantasy stories and/or think the title sounds cool (like me). :)
Sorry for the updating delay. This took an unusually long time to write like Blue and White.
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PoetryAnarchy. 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.
