Bright Shining Stars

or What Have I Given?

milestones scratched in the dank walls
every millennial bunch another millstone
gray the flaking chips falling
decades deceased

cement, steel, and stone furnished
hopes flew away once held high

the machine, a leviathan churning eternal
gross, ghastly, unseen by the outside dwellers
their songs and dainties distract
pursuing pleasures

soft, sweet, and clean furnishings
ignorantly polishing ease deserved

one of ten billion hid away now a mute protest
lived to die? unheard, bones draped in white
sheets of skin, conscience sharpened
pointed pointlessness?

feces coated caves do not publish dissent
doomed disc jockeys never broadcast cries

bodies bulldozed, chunked in trenches immense
green stench rising incites a resurrection bold
being incense burned to dignity ahead
liberating liberty

a small crack in the shell of oppression
lights the darkest cells of mankind’s light

lifting the shades of eyes colored in self
pride as darkness flees at the growing light
reflecting found sacrifices bright shining stars
humanities heroes

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at Read other articles by Robert.