Poem -
Dull
I went to the market today
Beautiful things don't look beautiful no more
A decorative porcelain
A richly wrapped confectionary
A fancy pair of socks
All dusty, dry and dead
I went to the market today
Delicious things don't look delicious no more
They just don't look right in this new world of sepia
They're too bright and alien
And it's true
They have come from other lands
Produced and packaged by nameless slave labourers
All along we've been exploiting them
As they've toiled away
In their world of grey
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Ooohh something to think about. The modern world we so call live in with excessive of everything. Great poem.
Thanks Pratibha,
Yes. It's sad what we do to each other and it's hard to change the culture.
Something to ponder... I like the feel of the poem and the shortness of it.
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I got an image of a person strolling throughout the vacant city, trying to find an array of hope that there was life still happening.
In this sentence, "Produced and packaged by nameless slave labourers"
I felt for the laborers who have worked behind the scenes to produce many valuable goods and services. There is a lot of fear and anxiety about the future of their jobs and who will be looking for a new job.
Thank you for sharing your poem.