14 of 86

by Kurt Mckelvey

When there's nowhere left to go,
and the time is short and fleeting,
and the masses all succumb
to the constant social beating,
when the days go by and days go by,
and days go by and days go by,
that is where the truth will be,
the truth will be repeating...

"COME YE, FUTILE SOULS AND GHOSTS"
"WAGE WAR, FOR THE WORLDLY HOSTS"
"THE ONES WHOM TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"
"UNTIL THE ENDS WILL SILENCE YOU"

The powers being, always be.
Thats just the way it is, you see.
They're over you, they're over me,
and only you can set you free.

When war comes home, and alls alone,
your begging someone, "throw a bone."
They throw you pebbles, cry and moan,
America has turned to Rome.
America has turned to Rome

Learn more about this author, Kurt Mckelvey.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:

Poetry: Futility

1 of 86
by John Cashin

The ambiguity of futility.

It is an inconclusive vagueness that leaves me in doubt!

The explicit uncertainty of humanity
read more
2 of 86
by Jeanne

To forgive but not forget
is a double edged sword
your can't excuse their actions
then never let them live it down
we think it
read more
3 of 86
by Michael Allen

Why can't I have just a minute of happiness?
Why can't I feel just a moment of sun?
When my days on earth have all been spent,
Will
read more
4 of 86
by Linda Ann Nickerson

WHY TRY?
Another crunchy bar can't hurt.
Perhaps I'll just untuck my shirt
To hide the evidential tummy.
Chocolate is so very
read more
5 of 86

by Vanessa Daffron

Futility

Eleven thirty-something, Friday
On this six-plus year-old couch
Red microfiber washed a hundred times
My kindergartner
read more

View All Articles on:
Poetry: Futility

Add your voice

Know something about Poetry: Futility?
We want to hear your view. Write_pen Write now!

Creative Writing >

Poetry

Poetry: Futility

by Kurt Mckelvey

Poetry: Futility

Related Titles: