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Brad Farrell Oct 2018
I am here and I do not question why
I can't comprehend the thought if I try
I have been taught that religion can't lie
So I must have a life after I die

I am here but at night, dark and silent
God loves us - So why is he so violent?
That is when I reach true enlightenment
Perhaps God has forever been absent

I am here and my opinion is proud
My view of God isn't a man on a cloud
I am here and my opinion is loud
I am here and my opinion is allowed
Not being open to the existance of God is stupid - Not being open to the probability of God not existing is stupid
Brad Farrell Oct 2018
I do not need to talk, I have a phone
Facetime is for screens, not for real people
I'm busy texting so leave me alone
This is how we think, why? It is so dull

Violence and anger - innocence is rare
The only outdoor activity is crime
Forests, moors and rivers but who would care?
When computers and tech is in its prime

Virtual cities known better than real
Slang known better than actual English
A debt of childhood from which we can't heal
This cannot continue, so pray and wish

That perhaps comes a day when laughs return
Joy, running, chasing and exclaimation
Only then will we take heed and will learn
The things that lack in our generation
One of my first attempts at poetry, I take pity in modern society
Anoud AlQahtani Jul 2014
When they killed my mother it made me nervous
I thought to myself, it was right:
Of course she was crazy, and how she ate!
And she died, after all, in her way,  for the state.
But I minded: how queer it was to stare
At one of them not sitting there.

When they drafted sister I said all night,
"It's healthier there in the fields";
And I would think "now I'm helping to win the war,"
When the neighbors came in, as they did, with my meals.
And I was, I was, but I was scared
With only one of them sitting there

When they took my cat for the Army Crops
Of conservation and supply,
I thought of him there in the cold with the mice
And I cried, and I cried, and I wanted to die.
They were there, and I saw them, and that is my life.
Now there is nothing. I'm dead, and I want to die

                                                                      Randall Farrell (1914-1965)

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