As the Cockroaches Flee
As the cockroaches flee,
Do you feel like a god?
Or do you squirm in your skin,
And let primal urges win?
Benevolence, for a thing of ill repute
Malevolence, for a thing of beauty
Built from the carrion of creation
Built from the decay of a nation
As the cockroaches flee,
Do you feel like a God?
The power of creativity
Held in palms fiercely,
As the urge to create,
Brings forth destruction.
As the cockroaches flee,
Do you feel like a God?
The power, once spent
The power, irreversible
Makes one's soul repent
Another's tyrannical
As the cockroaches flee,
Do you feel like a God?
with eyes composed of stardust
And lives compelled by lust
Our Gods imbued with rust
Trivialised for eternity in the crust.
But when the cockroaches flee,
Do you still feel like a God?
keith jeffries
Thu 15th Feb 2024 22:16
An interesting poem. Its structure is appropriate but I confess to being somewhat bemused by its content. The title of the poem suggests that those who flee are better off elswhere. May I suggest that as a South African the cockroaches are those who abandoned all responsibility and guilt and were out to save their own bacon. I could very well be wrong in this assumption but some poems can be interpreted differently to what the poet intended.
A thought provoking poem or which I thank you,
Keith