Tears of a Clown

hunterThe view from the aeroplane window
Shows men naked and chained on the floor
Covered in grime
The plane banks and climbs
We are not allowed to view any more

The azure seas the golden sands
Are fading far below
In our mind’s eye we see the place
We know each one must go

But we sit by indifferent
While the killing still goes on
Is not each of these tortured souls
A grieving mother’s son

Beside you they sit chatting laughing
Gulping canapés with wine
You gaze back through the misting glass
Has the aeroplane been crying

The island grows yet smaller
But the memories remain
You despise yourself for being one
With the scum inside the plane

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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18 Responses to Tears of a Clown

  1. My goodness! That’s quite some poem! If I were still teaching I would have asked you if I could use that in my War and Peace collection with my teenagers. Very powerful indeed. Thank you 🙂

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  2. Alastair says:

    Brilliant and sad poem. Thank you for sharing

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  3. Lady Lovely says:

    Deep and beautiful

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  4. Guernica by Pablo Picasso – impressive interpretation here

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  5. Willow says:

    Wow Brian! What a poem! Very powerful and thought provoking and you’re right, too many of us do nothing and just turn a blind eye. There is so much in the drawing as well. Each time I look at it I see something else.

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    • AnElephantCant hide his great pleasure
      Even though this poem seems to go slightly berserk
      What he likes most
      About your response to his post
      Is that you appreciate Phil’s cool artwork

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  6. pennycoho says:

    Wow, deep stuff here. Anelephant can definitely go to the darker side occasionally! Your poem is a rhyming collection of truths and sadness gathered together in a way that only our dreams can usually project! Nicely done!

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  7. emmylgant says:

    AnElephant has compassion
    There is too much affliction
    No one is innocent
    Both victim and tyrant.
    We shed tears
    with our fears.

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  8. Kind of a sad post Brian… I do hope you’re okay. I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Can write via my ‘contact’ tab at the top of my blog anytime you want. Please take care of yourself and have a safe journey wherever that may be. 🙂 xxxooo

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