Troubles stretch across the land
self-centered society is blind
needs of others not in the mind
individualism is out of hand
disaster strikes and hearts pour caring
donations of aid flow to the needy
most going to hands of the greedy
seeking more power, not the sharing
then the story leaves front pages
and for the victims, hope is gone
society forgets, quietly moves on
putting hearts back in their cages
casual giving to help the needy
is often more than simple charity
when motives cause no disparity
with the selfish and the greedy
renting forgiveness of our sin
through giving a material token
and a kind word, softly spoken
before returning to the world within
a facet of our lives we can't deny
the heart of propaganda we are fed
a ring in our nose by which we are led
a thing worth having is something we buy
charities understand and use this
telling us how it takes just a dime
as we are spending so little time
we soothe with money then dismiss
the world outside ourselves is real
not something that comes and goes
sitting right there in under our nose
we need to close out self and start to feel
it is time to step out of our shell
become part of the world we live in
one small step is how we begin
random acts of caring, our guilt dispel
life in side walls is incomplete
society of self will fade and fall
we need to remember life means all
sharing together, no need to compete
living life for instant gratification
no thought for any tomorrow
can only lead to long term sorrow
not only for people, but also a nation
power corrupts with desire for more
need to dominate drives motivation
only self gain fuels inspiration
while morality ends up becoming poor
we need to live as one small part
of a world made whole by many
through caring and helping any
giving the real gift, sharing our heart
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
tittle; STATE OF THE NATION
ReplyDeleteI reread this one today and it made me stop and think about the words more. I really find it interesting to revisit and rediscover the thoughts that I put down. This one is growing on me....
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