A disclaimer: I'm trying something new and going to write some original poetry from the roleplayed point of view of an American citizen. This is the first attempt. Let me know what you think.
like waves against a pond,
balancing leaves on our surfaces
that spoke gentle circles in our traced reflection.
falling through this molten
cooling river glass
would dribble down along the pebbled lanes
where all our thoughts amassed.
In Eden's arms we dreamt with grace -
the night so blown away
from our now near drawn shores -
and talked with gods of bigger things
while their frowns pretended smiles
like atheists in foxholes.
we watched the walls close out our promised friends
like storms we danced between new lands and struck
we never stayed
for as the sand gives into water
so we gave
to our recompense.
and plastic wrappings,
plastered names and bastard games
and no where left to run
There upon the murk and mire
we stew in indignation,
settled in our stillborn nation,
given to our reservations
of what we all must know.
We are dead bones
drifting through the sinew curtains of a former skin
to let the hammer strike the pin
and give us all a primer
Feel free to give me feedback.
Thank you for your indulgence.
What is this?You are reading an article written by a citizen of eRepublik, an immersive multiplayer strategy game based on real life countries. Create your own character and help your country achieve its glory while establishing yourself as a war hero, renowned publisher or finance guru.