Treasure Island

douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

Disgust


You grew into a lie.
Dressed it up, added tie,
Hurt those who didn't do the same.
Yes, you did what you were told,
But nothing was too cold.
You added shames to your shame.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 13, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

After reading Les Murray's 'Rock Music'
and at the time of the Syrian massacres.

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  • Danny Draper (6/12/2012 11:31:00 PM)

    So many poets largely over rated and yet read by so few. We so oft' keep within our little holes and if only on occasion outside creep, we soon scurry back with no memory of the sky or horizon or wisdom from the journey. (Report) Reply

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