Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
How do you answer a five year old When he's asking why we are alive I don't have any statement solid enough that he'd be sold Or why we aren't helping the elderly, hungry and cold. Explain to a child humanity has taken a dive, That today, people don't care if you survive But I'm still strapped for an answer when asked What happens when those planets align? Looking into unsure little eyes, Like "yeah buddy, of course it will all be fine" It's hard to censor anymore because people want it raw But then get insulted for what their kid saw Even the kids shows are spouting crude jokes Shaggy and Velma are dating While I sit waiting for a classic mystery to begin Teach them everything so young and so fast, Their minds can't take it, gone in a blast. The clock not missing a tick, the world spins What do we win if we stop helping, Selfishly, keeping more than they need At the root of your thoughts, I have to know what does your mind bleed All these things and stuff, I'd give it all up In a heartbeat, you can watch me do it Lead by example and keep the rooms lit But my son keeps asking questions, So I keep retracing puzzle pieces on my finger Until the answers for him perfectly fit
0
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Gabriel
How do you answer a five year old When he's asking why we are alive I don't have any statement solid enough that he'd be sold Or why we aren't helping the elderly, hungry and cold. Explain to a child humanity has taken a dive, That today, people don't care if you survive But I'm still strapped for an answer when asked What happens when those planets align? Looking into unsure little eyes, Like "yeah buddy, of course it will all be fine" It's hard to censor anymore because people want it raw But then get insulted for what their kid saw Even the kids shows are spouting crude jokes Shaggy and Velma are dating While I sit waiting for a classic mystery to begin Teach them everything so young and so fast, Their minds can't take it, gone in a blast. The clock not missing a tick, the world spins What do we win if we stop helping, Selfishly, keeping more than they need At the root of your thoughts, I have to know what does your mind bleed All these things and stuff, I'd give it all up In a heartbeat, you can watch me do it Lead by example and keep the rooms lit But my son keeps asking questions, So I keep retracing puzzle pieces on my finger Until the answers for him perfectly fit
ryan-maroni
Written by
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem