"The Emerald Society"

Speak of love, and love will speak

Love will seek to perish weak

But do I speak of such deception?

Let's go deep with each perception

Let's look closely in our consumptions

Scornful eyes of lost assumptions

Let's speak truth of the emerald society

The trace we face is but our physical anxiety

An unfair trade with the deepened much played

With indignant oppositions to the faults of the blade

Let's care not of our wrenched emotions

But of knowledge with despair in our shameless demotions

Let's be clever with immoral states of shore

I'm an odd for an even, where the justice is my core

And the river of irreverence has drowned in the ocean

And the ones of such ignorance are false in devotion

Teach the lacking young, the importance of oppression

Be clever with the tongue, and veil the lies of every lesson

A contemptuous obsession of the hand in all depression

Remove the clenched impression, for its place is in suppression

Pride is but washed in the calm of our wave

In our wave must contain but of sin we engrave

We engrave such corruption in the ones we shall save

In our save must contain the uneducated brave

Slavery will beg in the need of compassion

To act on disobedience is truly my passion

Teach me the rules and the purpose of power

Talk of such fools who will fill us in our hour

Speak not of much in the needle of affection

Ones of all but touch are misguided each direction

Protection of infection, injection we shall give

The dead will never die, as the alive will never live

Written By: Sarah Ahmed

Author's Notes/Comments:

Description: I think environment, I think green. Society holds the physical and our environmental issues like a precious emerald stone.

An emerald stone is green. Education is trash to me in comparison to the inner life of someone, though I'm aware and agree school is of importance and it is necessary. I don't care for our environmental issues. If I have to commit sins to save myself, then I will. People would save someone from being kidnapped, raped, or physically hurt, but not from dying inside. People say what I do is 'morally wrong'. Well, acting on disobedience is my passion. I live in an emerald society, I have to do wrong so I can do right. I break rules for rules. (Wrong for right).

(This is for a contest in high school and the theme was "Disobedience: Breaking Rules For Rules". So I mixed around my own ideas and made this poem). Please comment & tell me if you like it. Thank you!