Ignorance is this:
What a luxury it is
To write poems like this
Head rested
Against pillow
Whilst **** in the world persists
Kids shot on their streets
Men and women bleed
Defeated, unshielded
Beaten and beat
Is this a way for humans
to be
Treated or treat?
Though I make no claim
Or just complain
The idea to change
Lies with in our brains
Not in our hearts
Where compassion starts
Our minds are the true philosophy
To conquer our stupidity
Do untoward others
Or don’t do at all
And what a luxury it is
To right poems like this...
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
Ignorance is this:
What a luxury it is
To write poems like this
Head rested
Against pillow
Whilst **** in the world persists
Kids shot on their streets
Men and women bleed
Defeated, unshielded
Beaten and beat
Is this a way for humans
to be
Treated or treat?
Though I make no claim
Or just complain
The idea to change
Lies with in our brains
Not in our hearts
Where compassion starts
Our minds are the true philosophy
To conquer our stupidity
Do untoward others
Or don’t do at all
And what a luxury it is
To right poems like this...
