Vincent Kuo (04 April 1989)
Hell's Rock of Love
Eros, Cupid's number one Bro
had quite a different status quo!
Eros made his name,
while performing 'Fame'
on a Greek television show.
Eros, as we understand
also played in a band.
With the drummer Hades,
they'd charm the ladies
and lure them down to the Underland.
Hades struck his Devil's drum,
sipping on his brimstone Rum.
Eros would play
his guitar away,
performing with his dexterous strum.
The gates of hell's fearsome flames
were populated by the dazzled dames,
who came in search
of the devil's church
and partake in the sordid games.
The girls were willing to sell
their own souls into hell,
only to seek
and sneak a peek,
at the music of hell's death knell
The Hell's Rock was at full swing,
spurting like a jet hot spring
Their minds controlled,
their weak wits enrolled.
Along they'd cheer, along they'd sing
These gullible groupies and peers
were still wet behind the ears.
They have yet to see
the evil glee
of Eros' and Hades' wicked careers.
Oh, how sad, how sad is this affair!
These poor girls so young, so fair
must fall prey
to this decay
by Hell's Rock and its seductive blare.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I intended this poem to be a double metaphor comparing it to the mind-washed groupies of the Classic Rock era, who pretty much worshipped their Rock Idols. I'd like to further extend the metaphor to today's everyday life, where we are often blinded by the materialistic and often superficial ways of modern society.
Sex, money and expensive cars seem to dominate the minds of today's youth, completely oblivious to the true value and romance of Life. So many are caught up in a race to obtain these superficial desires, only to realize later on in life (for many, only in their deathbeds) that these are but trivial things.
Through this poem, I hope to describe the dangers of such idolization of the materialistic, which is often elegantly packaged in attractive wrappings, to fool the mind. One loses sight of reality and eventually becomes unconscious that one is headed for doom.
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