From the womb,
our lives are doomed;
since our birth,
we are meant for earth.
From us, jealousy bleeds,
pouring out greed.
And our souls are soiled;
our hearts leak oil.
We are slick and unrefined:
pride and hate combined.
Superficially charming,
but constantly harming.
We are narcissistic,
in a fable world unrealistic
as the rest of the population
lies in such desolation...
in the ruins we created.
Extinction was fated
when we destroyed
what brought us joy.
Now we build up facades
to try to reach God,
but our lives are a mess
masked with pseudo-success.
We are not a flourishing nation
if we brought devastation
to those less blessed
by saying we were the best.
When we use our wealth
to only further ourselves,
we are allowing the opposition
to line up in position.
And we will ultimately pay
for our egocentric ways
when our adversaries drop
just one much-deserved bomb...
explosive reality.
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AMEN sister!
I agree completely! Love the rhyme, by the way. Different for you - but very well done.
You brought up so many great points, I can't even list a few out here. But I'll tell you that it's depressing when one takes a step back and looks at our nation, our society, the modern world, humanity in general as a whole... it can make everything seem very bleak, hopeless, and pointless.
However, with that said, I do believe that humans are inherently good. That there is something good within every person - some of them have just gotten too messed up along the way to know it themselves or show it. Or maybe I'm just in a good mood tonight. LOL.
Thanks for sharing this spectacular write. It's a great poem for our times.
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This reminds me of something I wrote years ago.
Actually, it reminds me of a lot of things I wrote years ago. People (or at least a good portion of them) seem intent on destroying the beauty and wonder of this world.
I'd much rather find ways to make life better. All this conflict is for animals incapable of thinking for themselves.
Great write about a sad truth that too many people refuse to face.
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what did you mean by this?
you meant killing muslims will bring peace in world?
only one bomb?
why not some hit 100 on america?
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the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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I did not mean a literal bomb. The last lines are supposed to be a a metaphor: I meant the reality of our actions will blow up in our faces. This is not about Muslims at all. Our adversaries are every other country in the world, even the world itself. If anything, this poem is anti-American or at least anti-capitalism.
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and powerfully worded at that.
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