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The Takeover

by cMarlene

December 2, 2025

Hello, I just found this beautiful page, so here's my first poem.

THE TAKEOVER

I've seen the morning awash with light and colour

Suspended in time, waiting for the change

By the afternoon, the light was growing duller

And I knew the evening would only bring us pain

When evening came and they started the reign

Of fear and despair. And no one seemed to care

Now all the mornings and afternoons too

Are all the same for me and for you

And I was waiting, waiting for the change

I was hoping the world would think it strange

But no one came, and no one tried, and we had nowhere to hide

Just waiting for the moment, would we live or would we die?

We walk around wondering if we would be saved

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

We were blind to what we couldn’t see

And as we huddled in our fear, they declared their victory

And I was waiting, waiting for the change

I was hoping the world would think it strange

But no one came, and no one tried, and we had nowhere to hide

Just waiting for the moment, would we live or would we die?

As we wandered aimlessly with scared and listless hearts

Afraid for our lives and just breaking apart

We realized that this is what compliance brings

As we yield to our country and bow to our king

And we keep waiting, waiting for the change

Just hoping the world will think it strange

And if no one comes and no one tries, we’ll have nowhere to hide

Just waiting for the moment, would we live or would we die?

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Abstract societal collapse with personal witness; political/philosophical but grounded in 'we'

Dense; multiple ideas per 10 lines: light metaphor, fear, compliance, resistance

Strongly negative: despair, fear, pain, death, oppression throughout

Moderate intensity; urgent tone with repetition but meditative pacing

36 lines; falls in 31-60 range

Light/color metaphor, fear personification, 'bow to king'; some ornament

Mostly lyric 'I/we' reflection with some narrative-like progression of events

Free Verseprotestelegyidentitymetaphor personification repetition enjambment allusion

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