Original Poetry by DS Coremans
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Saturday 20 November 2021
Senryu – Anger
Anger is heavy
but I carry it with me
like a shackled stone.
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Cinquain – Suffer
Let go
those who wrong us
and you may not suffer;
until another soul suffers
like you.
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Pantoum – Unjust Justice
Don’t you dare fucking tell me
that the system is just or fair.
Self-service hand picked jurors
protecting their ideals and not the public.
That the system is just or fair
is a fucking lie we tell ourselves.
Protecting their ideals and not the public
is the only desire of the right.
It is a fucking lie we tell ourselves;
to fall asleep and then be murdered in bed.
This is the only desire of the right
when they hold up shiny idols to the sun;
to keep us asleep, then murder us in bed
and they will call this unjust justice.
When they hold up shiny idols to the sun;
to blind us as they take from us our rights
and they will call this unjust justice
as the police descend on the land we own.
To blind us as they take from us our rights
and laugh at us when we try to protest.
As the police descend on the land we own;
don’t you dare fucking tell me
they don’t laugh at us when we try to protest
their use of self-service hand picked jurors
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Sonnet – It Just isn’t Justice
I am sickened by this so called Justice;
a rigged system so blatantly broken
that the sentence is set before spoken
News upsets me but it isn’t just this;
it’s how far from the ideal we now miss
the target, once our aim, now a token
of a future that cannot be woken
because we forever tried to rush this.
We have faltered in the name of progress;
wearing the robe’s of the enlightened mind
blinded by utilitarian dreams.
With each step forward we further regress;
led forward by the blind who lead the blind,
deaf to all humanitarian screams.
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Author’s Note:
I went to bed last night with a weight upon my chest and a sickness in my stomach. The unjust decisions of a country to which I do not belong tasted bitter and bilious. I am not American, but the ramifications of yesterday’s despicable verdict in the Rittenhouse trial will loom like a shadow over our morality for a long time to come.
The American justice system, nay America herself is founded upon the ideals of ‘Liberty and Justice for All’ but all has come to be synonymous with an archaic and dying many who would rather cling onto a past that died long ago than live in the here and now being part of the world we all live within, rather than the world that once existed.
“Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”
Benjamin Franklin
One day perhaps I will awaken in a world of which I am proud. Today, my friends, is not that day.
These poems are a reminder to myself that the world we live is while far from perfect is the only chance we ever have of getting right that which will harm us all if we do not hold ourselves accountable as a collective society rather than a divisive group of miserable and miserly minorities.
Tomorrow we can be better than we are today, if only we learn from the lessons of yesterday.
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Triolet – Shocked, but Not Surprised
I am shocked to my core, but I am not surprised
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that the guilty have been saved by blatant lies
I cannot ignore, even when I am advised
I am shocked to my core, but I am not surprised
I wanted to implore, but admit it isn’t wise
to swim in lakes of crocodile tears from dry eyes
I am shocked to my core, but I am not surprised
that the guilty have been saved by blatant lies.
Haiku – Grown Wild
The branches grown wild
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are cut away from the tree
to protect the rest.
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