Mortified

by Lonely Rider   Jan 24, 2012


I,
walk among the zombies
rotting in an unfathomable ghetto,
thrust 'neath lifeless golden bricks,
drenched in crimson hues
of survival.

She,
dressed in disgrace,
gyrates to an ugly music,
painting his evenings in sordid colors!
What have they done to you,
Oh my Modesty!!

A desperate light flickers high above.
Unattainable.
Blind.

Does your fumbling feeble mind
remember me?
I was once known as Honesty.

** The current state of my country appalls me

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  • 12 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    It happens in every corner of the world and nothing is done to change..it makes us feel sick to the guts and whilst honesty is been crucified! A strong and powerful write!

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Raj it's sad , it's horrific and intolerable but that seems to be the life in which ppl are handed.
    Your poem captures the very core of this .
    Excellent piece of sadness

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Wow, these words are so powerful, so very vivid and just descriptive.

    It is such a shame to have to write such a poem about your own country isn't it?

    We should love our own place and not have to feel as you say appaled by it.

    Well written hun

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Mortified, is the right word for the way this world is becoming everyday. And the reality is...i ain't no saint either.

    Somehow this poem reminds me of my childhood with honesty & present with corruption.

    Does your fumbling feeble mind
    remember me?
    I was once known as Honesty.

    loved this ending...great write.

    all the best and take care

  • 12 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Raj, I think to some extent we are all mortified at the state of affairs in our respective countries. I know I am. I don't think politicians know what the word honesty means. Well done.