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What do you see?

door killea

When I met the giant I asked him what did he see
he picked me up in the palm of his hand so I could look into his eyes
he whispered so as not to frighten me
"Men have the money, the power, and the destiny"

When I met the dwarf, I went down on one knee
so I could look in his eyes and ask what did he see
he said, "Get up child don't bow down to me.
I see, lack, and pain and extreme poverty".

When I met the angel, he hovered just above
I looked into his eyes and asked what did he see
he didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with love
though his tears were flowing free

Then I met the devil's red eyes and asked the same
he smiled at me so enticingly and touched me as he spoke,
"everything, the slavery, the turmoil, the blood and the pain
and it particularly pleases me to see you again"

I asked him why I'm no-one special and he wasn't my friend
"because idiots like you once thought you could change things,
make a difference, bring the world's chaos to an end,
whilst I, the master puppeteer, was always pulling the strings"

feedback van andere lezers

• GoNo2
  Very good
  killea: Thank you, Noel
  xxx
  j
• Julien_Maleur
  Very nice. I think the devil is mistaken. We can make the difference,
  JM
  killea: Thank you, Julien
  xx
  j
• lief
  people have the power to do anything June,
  it all depends on the choices we make...
  
  xxx
  liefs
  killea: thank you liefie
  xx
  j
• Mistaker
  Puppets on a string...
  Beautiful poem June.
  
  Greta xx
  killea: Thank you Greta, when I think of all the things we protested against during student time, and how little effect it has had on anything.....
  xxx
  j
• tessy
  Mooi !
  killea: Thank you Tessy
  xxx
  j
• jan
  I can see for miles June...
  
  xxx
  j
  killea: but you can't see me, because I am hiding, Jan
  Thanks
  xxx
  j
• b_engel
  beautiful!!
  killea: thank you, b engel
  xxx
  j
• yellow
  xxx
  killea: Thanks darling
  xx
  j
• anne
  It makes me thinking on a song, i think "charlie, what do you see" or something like that. it dates from the 80thies I think and I don't know the title exactly. Very nice and confrontating poem!
  killea: Thank you, Anne
  xxx
  j