You may have seen me write this type of poem before (a Tetradecanet), but this time I have held the rules in reverse. This is just a new poetry form I have invented to meet the requirements of a fourteen line poem.
With this poem I started with one word on the first line and increase each line by one word until I got to fourteen lines (with fourteen words). I’m still trying out this form of poetry right now, but I am enjoying the results.
Those calling out.
Justice lays her head
And weeps at the sorrow
The pain filled memories many live
Disbelief wails at those who remain silent,
Settled in their nests to live another day
When will loud, angry voices carry those suffering home?
When will we begin to see these barely processed truths?
When will the veil of peace be widened across the horizon?
And time awaits an answer, as blood still flows across the border
While the poor, the oppressed, and the alienated still bend their broken backs
The wealthy pile money, powerful lay claims, and compassion is exiled from our vocabulary.
© Sumyanna 2017
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