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Tots in the Pottery Field

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In this field we will call them:
the Nacirema surplus and-

Here they will be taught self-worth
and self-confidence. But underlying
within being conquered by words.
Mere words as we soak them up for
more excessive work.

(They are told after all of this immense work they will be rewarded in
the end by an ominous giver. But no questions shall be asked. No! So
they put their love and their trust and devotion into this abstruse
giver. But when will it give?)

Hands are being shaped into quash,
growing into decaying shrews, but-
remember, the honor is at the end.
Check your dentals, smile pretty for
your lover. Check yourself in the
mirror. Then! Ride this cart without
a horse, look how easily it runs. And-
ride fish-shaped machinery in the sky.
A billion is shrinking to only one, one!
Community-to nation-to global.

(They pry more and more for the perfect image! A way for their people
to all function and fit in properly. Oh, an outcast shall be stripped
and never to be discussed again. Retribution is coming, and they'll all
continue the hateful pain-secluded life. But let one slip away...who does not belong.)

Send them to the pottery field,
where serenity should soon await.
These tots push so deep, so vast
but forget forgiveness- and now,
continue to waste away the so-called
debauched one that has risen above.
The one that will be cast away,
far away, because her morals are
BACKWARD! VILE! UNJUST! Yes.

(Faintly they are coming to their end. An obscure figure waits and waits for these individuals. Oh really? From hard work, to prejudice, to frying the unlucky ones. But luck is no factor.)

Abashed faces, teeth decayed anyway-
just as everything else. Their hands
all scarred, sunken-purple skin but
here they await. A gate that leads to
peace- a place for placid, calmness.
But oh, standing in this droning weir,
they continue and abide on waiting:
beside an ambiguous hole, black-
it keeps on growing until all selfish
ones stand, the serenity, the honor:

is vacant.

(the end.)

WARNING: ATTENTION: the MEANING? Sure
have a looksees if you can't figure this 'p o e m' out at all,
you don't even have to this:

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Note: Well, this was a jumble of crap. As I’d always say. Now, lets take a look at what culture I am mostly looking at, ahem. AMERICA! Lets take a look at one of the major influences that has caused dispute and war. RELIGION! Lets look at the ones who are looked at as freakish and supposedly don’t ‘belong’ to society. Are you getting it yet? I hope so. 'Twas crap, yes I know this but I tried to express my venting and anger towards these issues somehow.