Our words are immortal
To those whom are dead
For we celebrate it all
Where others feel dread

A new speaker succeeds
From generations advanced
Speaking good and evil deeds
Truth of life no longer danced

Speakers for the dead show all
None can be hidden
That moment of shoplift at a mall
And care to another's son

What we ignore today
Will be plain in the end
For others will finally say
If they were truly a friend

Society will never change
But it's occupants can
See others without derange
As merely a human

                                            But who am I kidding
                                            When I say things with hope
                                            I know none will listen
                                            Not a soul will really hear
                                            For people are thick-skulled
                                            And hear what they want
                                            Not some beggar on the street
                                            Or an artist wishing to preach

So I continue to write
Not knowing the purpose
With all this blindness
*Who will dare to see?