A parade of burden's marches through every town.
Costumed as aches, stress, no smiles just frowns.
Melancholy music drones amplified by screams,
moans and occasional tears begin to flow.
Men and women live for themselves,
self absorbed they hoard their wealth.
Outward images shine with fake facades.
Awards are granted, lining unstable walls.
Liars lie while millions applaud,
standing ovations for evil songs.
Excess in life, numbs moral views.
Most prefer to ignore unpleasant truths.
Children born to roam our earth,
ungrateful parent's ignore their worth.
Every childs heart is pure and true ,
unconditional love given to adults undeserved.
A village is needed to raise a child,
what message is given...
if the village is corrupt with immoral,
sex, drugs and lies.
People complain and shake their heads,
unwilling to give up sin, themselves.
Blessings are something we can all receive,
look at yourself...before you concede.
We live in a world filled with beauty galore.
Be comfortable with yourself, quit searching for more.
Artificial bodies, minds and material wealth untold...
Will not bring you happiness or heal broken souls.
Nicely done and a powerful lesson you have given us.
Thank you!
Hooves
Great write ~Z~
wonderful poem, excellent meesage.
Anthony
~ Sandie May Angel :o) ~
Complacency is one of the devils favorite tools
well done,
john+
powerful poem...
Carmen :-)
If only we would look for the peace and beauty,
there would be little to complain about. Unfortunately,
the hour is too late for that. The world is in the throes
of unplanned obsolescence.
Beautiful prose, though.