Humanity? (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on June 25, 2008

This world is saw this way, and to my dismay he should be there!
Intense write Jon!
Let us nice ones get out and never give up!
Maybe our spirits will be felt!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner PEace, Warrior Purple Lady Passion Shexooo

STAy POSITIVE!

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on June 24, 2008

And the angels cry over the sorry state of humanity.

~W~

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on June 19, 2008

You have captured the real image of today�s world. thanks dear friend.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on June 16, 2008

Superb questions Jon! We are becoming an insular people with the world ever more mean spirited. Sad truth!...ET

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 15, 2008

It does seem that many are retreating into themselves. Thank you, Jon. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Very wise and expressed with dignity. So much suffering and never enough hands extended. Far too many concerned with the "me" at the cost of the "we"....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

People these days are growing cold hard hearts.
I know a few religious folks who wouldn't
give anyone the time of day.
Thanks for the message
Stay safe
Ron

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

A serious question, one that challenges all of us. I like this very much.
John

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

If we aren't helping someone in some small way that is possible for us [and we as individuals can do only so much], then why are we living? Why are we allowed to be living?

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Jon, I applaud the poet's skill in this
plea for compassion. I have to believe
that there are still good people among us
who care. - gene.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Excellent poem about the way things are today, so sad. Great poem.

Mary

Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Seer's who are Doer's in this day and age are rare indeed. Well Done, Deborah

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Excellent commentary on today's society - no one gives a rip anymore, unless it's about them - sad. Very well penned.

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

empty hands helping despair?..where is the humanity?..plant the seed care...Great read Jon

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

True!
Often, the only thing that reaches out is those piercing darts thrown from those staring eyes. Very painful!
Love the write, though!
Best,
R~

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

Jon,
Look Out Because I Am A Reacher :)
This write does speak volumes, false fronts are of no use in lending the actual hand of reaching, actions always speak louder than words.
Homelessness for example is not a choice. (Some people don't see that though) This man lost his job & family lifestye which was just one payday away....horrible.
Embraced ~ Embrass�
Vickie