On this day
thousands die
wasteful loss of life
preventable death
But still you live on
happily
Do you not care?
Or do you just not see?
On this day
Thousands die
They could have been saved
could have enjoyed another day
But still you wish death
onto others
onto yourself
What hate
what selfishness
On this day
thousands die
And it just doesn't seem to matter
the way it's treated
Every life is just garbage
and when thrown away
not a difference is made to the world
But soon you'll all know
soon you'll all see
soon you'll all care
That each life you throw away
leads to another
and as the death toll grows
we're running out of landfills
to throw our garbage
soon each death will matter
someday
On this
thousands die
and you don't care
but soon you will
Author notes
Heh, um... Issues much?
A contest entry
- On This Day by DyeBieFyre.
390 points, ended February 11, 2007, 6 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Resolute!
A very pointed poem, trying to attain the correct shamed response to whomever the poem is aimed and a general anger from the audience, as I see it. The free flow, short lined method draws on the urgency of the message well.
But was this a particular occurence, like I asked for? Or a generic evocation of February 8th as another day of pain and an apathetic society/person?
Great poem, wrong subject matter.
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I don't know, it's just talking about how on this day (maybe not so different from any other day, but none the less) all the suffering that goes on. Thanks for the comment, hope you enjoyed it!
-K8
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