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 Sep 2017
Graff1980
I'm not Patroitic. Patriotism breeds a sense of arrogance and causes people to succomb to hate propaganda. Its a tool the government uses to stir people up and condem those who think for themselves. 9/11 was tragic, but it gave us an oppurtunity to unite for a noble cause. Instead people turned their fear, and anger on their fellow man. Instead of furthering the cause of harmony. Polliticians have promoted racism.
 Sep 2017
Graff1980
The world can be a cold and dark place. Whispering winds of change force us on into an uncertain future. We struggle to maintain a strong sense of identity, but so many loose themselves in the crowed, and their potential is losses to the desire to conform.
phew, lucky for me I don't know how to conform. Being a nerd has its advantages sometimes.
 Sep 2017
Shirley J Davis
If each of the creatures, we call humankind their knowledge would share
Just think what our children could inherit, a world without care  

A future where there is enough food and the water is clean
Where we all finally understand the value of each living being

Where we have learned we are more alike than different, on our oasis in the universe
Perhaps the creatures of earth can then flourish, having overcome greed’s curse

Every young soldier that dies, every child that cries at night
Should fill us with shame, and entice us to hold them in warm arms tight




This planet is our only home, there is nowhere else to go nearby
Yet we call each other aliens we divide ourselves with imaginary lines unseen from the sky

I am afraid to try to think it through, men killing our future with hate filled cries
The Earth trembles with our blood, star dust as it dies

We have the means to destroy ourselves, but we have also great capacity to care
We can achieve so much together, this knowledge could take us anywhere  

It all comes down to choices, which legacy will we pass on to they now being born
A planet whole and without major conflict, or a radioactive wasteland of scorn

It is up to each one of us to remind ourselves and others, there is a better way
Life is too precious to be destroyed, avarice does not pay
  
We must open or eyes and look, all round the evidence exists and tells the story
Of how we are linked beyond unlinking, we are all part of the Universes glory

I am no Philosopher, but one thing I understand as few do
There is little, precious little, difference between me and you
A miracle has happened, in this small piece of creation
It is relevant to everyone, no matter your creed or nation

The atoms that make up our bodies, were forged long ago in a suns death flare
We are not the end of creation, we each one of us star dust become self-aware
 Sep 2017
Melissa S
We are members of a poetic society
A unique learning class
We may or not be good at other things
But mentally we kick ***

We value all our words
Cherish our thoughts not heard
We are on the road to self discovery
Choose only words that we feel tell our story

We see the world differently than most
The world makes us.... then breaks us
So we write for survival and to give hope

Some say our heads are in the clouds
It is safer there in our own creative playground
We are miles up and never want to come down

No use for conformity
We escape the constraints of uniformity
We break out from the box ~ find new ground
*And Seize the day ~ Unbound
 Sep 2017
Graff1980
the greatest thing an artist can aspire to is masterpeice, the same can be said for a novelist. But the greatest thing a poet can aspire to is love and all of its wonders
 Sep 2017
Suja Gunasegaran
NOTHING CARES FOR ME;
BURNING PLASTICS ALL OVER THE WORLD---
WITH NO ONE PUT AGAINST A WORD.
USING ALL SORTS OF MODERN COMFORTS,
YOU ARE DEPLETING MY BEAUTY*
NO TREES, NO LAKES, NO RAINS---
THE SEA ROARS, THE SKY CRIES ;
NO ONE CAN CALM ME DOWN
WHEN IT'S ALL OVER THE CROWN.
YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO STOP,
WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO CLAIM THE TOP.
USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE IN CONSERVING ME;
DON'T EVER USE IT TO RUIN ME..........
 Sep 2017
Graff1980
Where there are tears
there is hope.
If you are crying
you’re still surviving.
Unless you are dying,
but there are still seconds
to keep trying,
to be better,
to be kind,
and pass that goodness
down the line,
plant the bloom,
so someone can find
compassion on
that old grapevine.
 Sep 2017
Bob B
Fact-checking is meaningless if
People have no respect for facts.
Just watch social media and you
Will see how the public reacts

To natural disasters or shootings.
Conspiracy theories quickly abound
And suddenly the Internet is
An informational battleground.

Knowing the truth no longer gives us
A feeling of calm or a sense of relief,
Since few people have an incentive
For altering a false belief.

Experts say our psychological
Weaknesses are targets for those
Who spread misinformation for
Ideological ends. These pros

Know how to use the media well.
Their credibility's merely a ruse.
And suddenly the falsehoods are
Amplified all over the news.

Hacks and kooks and fringe group crazies
Have been around forever; it's true.
If there's a chance to spread their lies,
They do not miss a cue.

Fringe groups going mainstream. Yikes!
That's a recipe for disaster,
Especially when a gullible public
Eats up the nonsense faster and faster.

Orwell's 1984
For many years made us wary.
The year twenty seventeen
Is also looking ****** scary.

-by Bob B (9-3-17)
 Sep 2017
Lucius Furius
O Babylon! Your God is a sport-utility vehicle, a VCR, and a two-car garage!
You delight in images of killing and artificially-large-breasted women!
Your arteries are clogged with Big Macs and a thousand pieces of Kentucky-Fried Chicken!
Your God is Technology.  Your God is Progress.

Your skyscrapers rise to the heavens!  Your astronauts fly to the moon!
You clone sheep! alter genes! make a mountain into a parking lot!
Your fields flower!  Your grain-bins groan under the weight of the ripe corn!
But the land of your soul is a desolation.

O God of Henry Ford, the Wright Brothers, and Bill Gates,...
All the nations adore Thee!
(Pretty soon they'll be ordering Papa John pizza by cell phone in New Guinea....)
Your God is Mammon.

After the movies, after the Quarter-pounders-with-cheese, super-size fries, and a large Coke,
after the evening news, the Hostess cupcakes, golf, beers, and swimming 20 laps,
the hunger will be the same as the day you first felt it, O Babylon!
the thirst of the soul, O Babylon!
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_068_babylon.MP3 .
This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
 Sep 2017
Graff1980
It is blindness by consent
Not knowing where we were going
Not caring where we went
Just tearing up the world
As we play follow the leaders
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