Poem -

Thinning The Herd

Thinning The Herd

The village elders are assembled
at the cemetery outside of town

Stale refreshments are served
on this once hallowed ground

Compliments
of the gun toting hosts of this dance

The Progress Squad
are charged with the patriotic task
to force the vanquished to face the facts
about a transition opportunity

A once in a lifetime chance
to exit this weary existence
with a shred of dignity intact

Fake negotiations have been tried

Coercive means will now be applied

Even staler pronouncements are made
by the revolutionary captain

Informing the chained prisoners
that they are no longer part of the plan

The elderly are simply too cost ineffective

A drain on our great economy  

They are the scapegoats of yesterday

The lame who are slowing down the herd

Charred wreckage to be cleared

Humane arrangements have been made

Just sign on the bloody line

Shovels and coffins will be supplied

To bury this obsolete generation
as if they were never here

 

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Katina Woodruff...

Well written – political intrigue and theory.

It seems as if our elderly has become lost in many ways. They are the backbone of a community; they are teachers and parents. What I liked about your poem was the format of concise lines that lead the reader to a solemn feeling at the end.

No one likes to think of our parents, grandparents and our neighbors as indispensable. I’m not sure if the world is trying to “thin the herd” I think poverty is the greatest of all thinning agent in once other wise healthy communities.

Only the strong will survive, poverty, disease and pandemics. May God be with our elderly right now.

Great poem. It left me in great thought.
 

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Steve Green

Thanks Katina for your insightful and most appreciated commentary 

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