I wrote this back in 1993
The poem was about world problems
Headlines material.
It asked a question with its title and
It re occurred throughout the poem,
Where Do We Go From Here?
And now only 27 short years later I have written the answer poem titled Immune.
Here they are back to back.
Where Do We Go From Here
When a man named King
Gets beat in the street and
the line between right and wrong
keeps getting thinner
When kids **** kids for the
Jackets that they wear
Because everyone wants
To feel like a winner
Where do we go from here
Have we all gone crazy
Is this how life is to be
Have our minds gotten
So hazy that we can't see
When a man in Waco says
He's Jesus,he promised
Heaven to those who would believe,those
who did lived and died In his hell
When inmates in Lucasville
Riot and take control,what
Evil do they possess that
Made them **** even from their cell
Where do we go from here
Have we all gone crazy
Is this how life is to be
Have our minds gotten so
Hazy that we can't see
When the world buys
what the media sells
and we'll never know
Just who to trust
When we still can't get
Past the color of another
Mans skin and everything
We touch turns to dust
Where do we go from here
Can anyone tell me
Where do we go from here ?
Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright was in 1993
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Immune
The world is beating to the rhythm
Of a different drummer, out of tune
It has become comfortably numb
It has no doubtlessly become immune
To the missing children, to the killings
On the street at the hands of a goon
To the drug addicts and homeless
Yes it is so totally immune
To the rate of abortions, to the hatred
Sweeping over us like a typhoon
To the political division, to the separation
Of family, yes so very immune
To the bullying and shootings in our
Schools, to the liberal buffoon
To the lost morals and respect of
Others yes it is so immune
To domestic violence, and runaways
And Suicide and darkness and gloom
To the loss of soldiers lives for our
Freedom, so unconsciously immune
To the littered city streets and country
Side, as if we’ve put ourselves in a cocoon
We’ve closed our eyes to evil like the media
as if it Doesn’t exist, oh so immune
To the Lost good will of man, to the
Terrorism of 9/11 and the Antifa loon
To the acceptance of evil acts and lost
Teaching of God, oh so very immune
To the fact that even the Devil believes
And as my tears flow like a monsoon
I can’t help but wonder how and why
We’ve become so heartless and immune
Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 09/11/2020
All rights reserved