《The Roaring Twenties: A Sestina》


 My Poem

    The economy is booming


    The laughter is deafening


    The poor get poorer


    The rich get richer


    The shadow of a depression


    Is used as shade by the untaught


    The world moves on the opinions of the untaught


    They could never imagine the world was poorer


    Cries of the drunks are deafening


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    The cars pipes are booming


    And yet culture richer


    And the skies gray hue is full of depression


    The world seems to pursue a depression


    And the cannons prepare to start booming


    Soldier drafted from the untaught


    Collected from those made poorer


    Their screams deafening


    But blocked by the money of those made richer


    Prohibition made them richer


    Uplifting the rising depression


    The bands notes are booming


    Yet the dichotomy of silence in the slums is deafening


    Even the rich are untaught


    For their drive is worse than others, poorer


    Politicians policies get poorer and poorer


    Filling their pockets to get richer


    Driving even further the depression


    Rules are left untaught


    The gavel sentenced them to burden with booming


    The clang of coins to the poor is an experience akin to deafening


    Actions are deafening


    Lesson left untaught


    Others made richer


    Cities dirty and full of depression


    The working man made poorer


    Who thought the american dream would pop, booming


    Whether you''ve been made richer or poorer


    And depression in your mind is booming


    The deafening advice of others ignored forming the untaught