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T H E I N T E R N M E N T – Poetry Reading by Melodic Rose. Performed by Reetu Bambrah

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Get to know poet Melodic Rose:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

Political descent and a historical narrative. The Internment was my attempt to understand how our society is structured and what it truly means to belong to a democratic civilization. someone once said that “Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident that they are acting on their free will” I think this is a powerful statement and quite reflective of the society we live in. We function based on our belief system, creating our decisions and ultimately our experiences on this planet through the scope of what we believe. As people are we simply guided by our hearts, that internal manifestation of our truest self, or is it possible that our choices are largely shaped by the influences about us. Religion, politics, education, health, justice, each is an integral pillar and the media is it’s mouth piece. While I do believe that we belong to incredibly blessed nation, I realize that there is a sort of complacency in our conquest for truth. To evolve one must be willing to explore the that which is uncomfortable, to consider life from every angle. After all it is possible that what we consider “The Truth” may just be a fabricated, if not a one sided version of it.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

It would hope that “The Internment” will not only challenge the reader’s perception of the world around them but cause them to ask the tough questions. To consider both sides of the fence.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

It has been 15 years since I wrote my first poem. I am began when I was 10 years old.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

It really depends on how the word “poet” Is defined. It is true that I love poets such as Sylvia Plath ( Her poem Lady Lazarus is a favorite ) Edna St. Vincent Millay, Joshua Bennett and Alicia Harris. Poetry is simply anything that moves my soul and for that reason I would also consider “India Arie” and “Lauryn Hill” to also be my  “Poet” of choice. They conves the truth effortlessly. In fact it was Lauryn Hill’s album “Unplugged” that inspired this poem “the internment” I am also incredibly fond of Audra McDonald. (Might not be a writer, but she certainly knows how to express the emotion of music, much like that of a writer.) It leaves you with a deep sentiment and profound gratitude for the little moments of life.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I am also a spoken word artist. The reverb of the written word against your eardrum, is a completely different experience, than simply reading it on the page. I felt that having someone perform the interment, would add to the power behind these words.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I am a writer in every sense of the word. Verse novels, music scores, song lyrics, fiction, theatrical scripts, Essays. these are some of the things that I enjoy putting down on Paper. My poetry chapbook “Ephemorphosis” was just published by Prolific Press this year.

7) What is your passion in life?

       I believe that true poetry comes from artistic and emotional vulnerability, and at the heart   of it, should reflect the distinct voices and nuances of the human experience. my passion is to simply reflect this philosophy through my work by producing art that is unbound by the confines of race, gender, or political affiliation

T H E I N T E R N M E N T, Poetry by Melodic Rose

They will lie and impale you
Throw your bones to the wolves.
They will castrate and frustrate you
Bound for damnation.

GENRE: Political, Social Commentary

T H E I N T E R N M E N T
by Melodic Rose

They will lie and impale you
Throw your bones to the wolves.
They will castrate and frustrate you
Bound for damnation.

They will toss you bits
Of mouldy bread
You will eat the shreds of
Flesh hanging over an open carcass.

Gorge your belly
with the repugnance
of rotting meat.

And they will tell you to be happy.

Be satisfied that your palace is made
Of dirt,
Your throne built from the bones
Of the dead.
The floor a sweltering dingy pile
Of crud.
Because it is still a palace,
After all.

They will offer you bare bits of change.
Dangle precious pearls before your eyes.
Taunt you with every sort of desire,
your flesh has longed for

They will beg you to dine at their table.
Make you an honoured guest,
If you will only sacrifice
And sacrifice you will.

For they will pour vials of poison
Into your veins.
Drive blades through your sockets,
Remove your tongue with the blade
of the knife

And toss the gun from hand to hand
Playing games with your very fate.

They will psychologically rape
The intellect out of you,
Shoot an arrow through your
Heart.
Plunge the dagger through your belly
and skewer you like a sunday roast.

You will be nothing but a pile of ash.

They will tell you to sit,
To laugh,
Be gentle
Be strong
Move like a semi automatic sliding door.
All gear clogged,
Created on a factory assembly line.

Until there is nothing left
Your body a host for spare electrical parts.

They will chain you up,
Beat you to submission.
Lead you like an animal to the slaughter.
Herding you into maximum security
For safe keeping.

Your ignorance, the only chain
Needed to keep you under captivity.

They have fed you fecal matter
And called it a gourmet meal.
Clothed you in burlap
And called it silk.

They will thread wires through your ears
pulse you with electrical currents.

They will radiate your very will to live.
Steal the words from the tip of your tongue
and tell you never to speak.

They will laugh at you,
puppet wire you
and pull you by the strings,
They have made you into the byproduct
of the their intention.
They will claim you were their i n v e n t i o n,

And you will dance on point
and learn to laugh.
Move like all the other droids.
They will remove the very breath from your lungs

one tear gas,
one vial of poison
one compromise
one deception
one war,
one institution
one moment
one historical m a n i p u l a t i o n
one vote
one protest
one force
one grand consummate scheme at a time.

They will call it a D e m o c r a c y

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