The incubator

It is a time of great words without any value created

a time when few fractions control your truth.

It is a time how great men without value the globe creates

a time when your creation increases inequality and creates a queue.

Rip to shreads open wounds in the surface and burn the soil to sand

blame it all other helped by twitterchat in the thin-lined ozone.

In a time when it has become everything or nothing

a time when the election can be spared and hid by hateful words.

At a time when freedom costs you your freedom

a time when so many are led by the same rhetoric with acknowledging nod.

It is a time when truth is fabricated and forged in sweaty gold

a time when so many have so little to say and so few to say it all.

It is a time when truth is ordered, purchased and paid for

a time when truth digs a gap no longer anyone can cross.

The right to live ripped off by those who never share and only steal

walls and borders raised monuments and flag hoisted.

At a time when ever fewer decide

a time when fear again dominates wings.

At a time when you can of course buy your power today

a time like the one before reversed, now only for contempt.

It has been in time like this, that put your ancestors in the dark mold

a time when you now have to choose only one from your own litter.

It is a time of hypocrites and civil servants who can not manage

a time when the power they believe in still delete all traces.

It is time now to say stop and for those brave to quit

so the Earth can turn so beautifully and dancing in the light from our sun.

At a time when we give it all away

A time when getting poor has become a rich man’s sport.

During this it’s time to throw away all that old covetousness

a time when our children have no chances put into their incubator.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

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