Yes, a baby
Asks questions
By the act of pointing
Or making a quizzical
****** expression
What is this world
What is the world about
It is so easy to Imagine
A baby not knowing
It is easy to imagine
Not knowing because
Who knows
Not the best of us
Not the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers
Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions
Their nature is to accumulate
While they pretend to lead
While they pretend to guide
Their nature is taking
Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism
No longer a baby
One grizzled octogenarian
Ask no questions
Merely wonders
Where has all of the wonder gone
He wonders if altruism is real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Yes, a baby
Asks questions
By the act of pointing
Or making a quizzical
****** expression
What is this world
What is the world about
It is so easy to Imagine
A baby not knowing
It is easy to imagine
Not knowing because
Who knows
Not the best of us
Not the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers
Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions
Their nature is to accumulate
While they pretend to lead
While they pretend to guide
Their nature is taking
Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism
No longer a baby
One grizzled octogenarian
Ask no questions
Merely wonders
Where has all of the wonder gone
He wonders if altruism is real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed
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