05-15-2013, 05:20 AM
Hello everyone, this is my first time posting here! This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Greatly appreciate any feedback 
1st revision:
Clutch your worth as they savage your position,
Armoured cards cannot collapse when faced with acquisition,
And yet possession is the luxury of courts and thieves,
Nomads forced to live and breathe and die beneath the eaves,
Here the silver handkerchief wiping tears as if it grieves,
A subtle smile subverts the bile and a monster it conceives,
Blind men persuade imbeciles that the feeble must be crushed,
And responsibility is dangerous rhetoric that now must be hushed,
That aptitude defines you is a lie sold to the mob,
Disease can be cured if you can just endure the swab.
Look the paper plague and the way it does inflate,
To overwhelm your adversaries,
Or crush you with it's weight.
Original:
Hear them now as they savage your position,
Armoured cards cannot collapse when faced with acquisition,
And yet possession is the luxury of courts and thieves,
Nomads forced to live and breathe and die beneath the eaves,
Here the silver handkerchief,
Wiping tears as if it grieves,
A subtle smile subverts the bile and a monster it conceives.

1st revision:
Clutch your worth as they savage your position,
Armoured cards cannot collapse when faced with acquisition,
And yet possession is the luxury of courts and thieves,
Nomads forced to live and breathe and die beneath the eaves,
Here the silver handkerchief wiping tears as if it grieves,
A subtle smile subverts the bile and a monster it conceives,
Blind men persuade imbeciles that the feeble must be crushed,
And responsibility is dangerous rhetoric that now must be hushed,
That aptitude defines you is a lie sold to the mob,
Disease can be cured if you can just endure the swab.
Look the paper plague and the way it does inflate,
To overwhelm your adversaries,
Or crush you with it's weight.
Original:
Hear them now as they savage your position,
Armoured cards cannot collapse when faced with acquisition,
And yet possession is the luxury of courts and thieves,
Nomads forced to live and breathe and die beneath the eaves,
Here the silver handkerchief,
Wiping tears as if it grieves,
A subtle smile subverts the bile and a monster it conceives.

