#childhoods
I think you do not realize that the childhood of the privileged does not make you richer with knowledge
- There are people far wealthier than the 1%
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC
As your soul gently drains into your iPhone.
Cold and alone in a sterile home
They call it progress
However we can't go back...
Advertisements sell products on the net quicker than crack.
Hungry for all we lack
Wanting our childhoods back.
The future doesn't fit us
There is no pity for us
We curse our poverty
As the planet dies
An emoticon fills our eyes
It's a smiley to gloss over the truth.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
The violence, the cruelty, the ignorance,
Is this really what’s become of the human race?
Pain, drugs, belligerence,
The kids’ childhoods are gone,
Did they even exist?
Their parents’ lives are done,
Due to drugs and violence.
Must their lives suffer, too?
Must they grow up this way?
All these things that are taboo,
Why can’t they just go away?
There’s a tolerance for stupidity,
A lack of logical thinking.
People all around, just sitting.
Our economies are sinking.
As the crime rate grows,
The number of deaths do, too.
The soldiers are all fighting,
A war that never ends.
Quick! Just hit the lighting,
Camera ready? Let’s begin.
It’ll be a movie about reality,
The real one, not the fake.
A lesson on morality,
The laws our people break.
And as you sit down watching,
I hope you stop to think,
About the tears that shouldn’t be shed,
And the blood going down the sink,
From the people who shouldn’t have bled.
Why are people turning on people?
Why are kin abandoning kin?
No one gets left behind!
Did that get tossed out to the bin?
You must be loyal, you must stand strong,
And when your back’s against the wall,
You must continue fighting!
Catch each other when you fall!
We want equality for everyone,
Not just the privileged few!
You want us to be happy?
I’ll give you a little clue.
Treat humans like they’re humans,
And give respect where it is due.
I’ll keep trying to save this world,
I hope that everyone else will, too.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
(ah...a flickr of nostalgia washes over my psyche for those days of yore, when going to the local playground ranked as a big deal to offspring well prepared for young adulthood).
Paradise visage and eyes a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with PowerBall ticket bought
expect the usual outcome after next drawing
to yield monetary naught
temptation for instant millions
human foible to reach for elusive *** of gold
streak of universal desire
for potential wealth overtakes rational self
with delusions of grandeur caught
allow, enable and provide flirtation
with fate to experience rich draught
envision emancipation from penury
a distant battle fought
and tacked hard scrapple existence wrought.
at the core
legal tender in such precious chronically
in short supply within this family of four
though times eye desire at least
another son or daughter more
at such urge (long silenced of this
ram by ewe to who) did vehemently roar
boot budding young girls
I whole-heartedly love and adore
who rush into my arms whenever back
from trivial pursuits
nearly squeezing out digested gore
when casually and nonchalantly
turn the key to open the front door
akin to the finest crafted clock work
to sound the time of day
they still dance and frolic like kittens or puppies
bring newspaper and slippers
sharing silly concocted faux pa lore
inviting me to play make believe games on the floor
enjoying revelry without keeping score
yet…creating memories I will forever store.
Financial straits
make our existence hand to mouth
all grandiose aspirations to succeed
in life frequently head south.
Creative endeavors find excitement
and linguistic pleasure
thru the attempt to pry
poem or prose from mind
deliberate semblance to communicate
and extract idea from cranial rind
words that synchronize suitably
in poetic third eye bind
readers may espy hidden puns
within this rhyme lined
with challenges or commiserate
and complement via words of positive kind
although large sum of money would be a dog send
delivered by one blessed angel in disguise
redemption and salvation considered thankful find.
Much rather be cursed with excess wealth
Deliverance to life, liberty and mental health
Depravity foreign concept never to rue by stealth.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
My beloved
And beautiful Faisal
You tell me the story
Of your horrific childhood
And ask
“Love me for me”
My beloved
Gift from Allah
I tell you
In bits about what happened
To me
And I say
“Love me for me”
We are two
Lonely
And broken souls
The product of the same
Source.....
Terrorism
محبوبي
وجميل فيصل
أخبرني القصة
من طفولتك المرعبة
و إسأل
"أحبني لشخصي"
محبوبي
هبة من الله
أقول لكم
في أجزاء حول ما حدث
إلي
وأنا أقول
"أحبني لشخصي"
نحن اثنان
وحيد
ونفوس محطمة
منتج نفس الشيء
مصدر.....
الإرهاب
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC