Poem Body
Lost in a world
That I don’t know
That I just don’t understand
Everyone is trying
To be someone
Someone they are not
Success is judged
By how much we have
As a people
As a nation
Children going hungry
To help support tax cuts
For people who don’t need them
Everyone cries
They are not responsible to help
The world is full of Cains
And no one seems Able
And the king of nothing
Writes another poem
Because he doesn’t know
What else to do
Comments
I'm back
hello everyone I am back again, this time for a whole week. I am beat and I will try and do some commenting tomorrow. I hope everyone likes it
hobo
Randy
This is rather a dark poem for you, good job.
You popped your dark cherry . Lol
Love Lou
Yeah!
It's a topsy turvy world we live in - none of it seems to make much sense.
We are just small fish in a vast ocean.
I enjoyed reading this little gem
Love Mand xxxxxxxxx
Enjoyed this one.
Enjoyed this one.
I particularly liked your word play in:
. "The world is full of Cains
. And no one seems Able..."
That was nicely put. Your subtle self-reference at the end was also appropriate and well said: it nicely closed out the sense of " What difference will MY actions make" that seemed to me to be the theme of this poem:
. "And the king of nothing
. Writes another poem
. Because he doesn’t know
. What else to do..."
Thank you for sharing.
Psyve
lost
Amazing that as individuals we know what is right but as a country via politicians we haven't a clue..........scribbler
Dear Hobo,
I very much like and agree with Scribbler's remark on your poem. We are a nation of lost peoples.
always, Cat