Day Trip (An Exsanguination) Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw

The place I love is gone
it has been bled dry

and my race
demoralized
and ignored
at home.

My country which
provides opportunity
to the world

pays
her councilors
more than
her prime minister -


so I have read.

While her roads
and winding paths
have hidden
traps

of their own...

NEGLECTED

as the old
bent
stiff
limp limping



fearfully

in front of

stationary

supersonic
transport
spanking silvery new.


Speech


transmitted

to a loved one

somewhere



far away



and I
Iisening to...

something
verbal

(which resembles
intonation from

a
soap opera)

the human
proclamation


of

personal hatred?


Diction
ignorant

IGNORANCE.

Cursed
lycra

stretched over
youthful forms

reveal
secrets
once covered
for
modesty...

it was rightly so...

virtue
sacrificed...

lost
submerged,
drowned

for GREED
and SELF

can't find
their way home.


DISAPPOINTED
those
who



PAID

a
lifetime

to live

respectably...

and wonder

WHY...

they

foot the bill



for WAR



in far off climes;






Sorrow filled.

Grieving still.

Horror held and

voiceless...

The place once loved
is gone
and has been bled dry.


August 08
After a day in my home town
of Bedford
which was once a county town.