A poem expressing the disillusionment some of us might feel about how complicated society has become and how we need to get back to what is truly important. We have created our own problems and only we can fix them

"Blame"

I am so angry at the world
For what it’s done to us
We beat our kids and kill their souls
And shatter all their trust

We dump the kittens and the pups
Even though we brought them here
They die unloved, unwanted
Their cries we do not hear

People kill to go to jail
Because they have no home
They would rather have a prison cell
As that is all they’ve known

Does this make sense to anyone
Or do we just not care?
We’re more concerned with our new cars
Our houses or our hair

What about the plastic bags
That strangle helpless seals?
We use those bags to carry home
Our frozen plastic meals

It makes no sense that people care
So much about the trees
When so many helpless people here
Live life down on their knees

We live in concrete jungles
With tiny parks of green
Where people throw their garbage
And think it won’t be seen

We take the flowers from the earth
Then grow them without soil
Where has their perfume gone
After years of nature’s toil?

Why has it taken us so long
Just to realise
That we really don’t know anything
That we are not that wise?

I guess then that it’s not the world
That plays this futile game
We taught ourselves to turn away
And pass along the blame

Did we not then steal our earth
And claim it for our own?
We cannot blame ‘the system’ now
I think we’ve always known

That God created paradise
Fulfilled our every need
We just took way too much this time
With ignorance and greed

We’ve forgotten how to love our world
And sadly, in this fall
We’ve forgotten how to blame ourselves…
... the biggest shame of all 
                                            © Annette Hansen 2004