Sitting On A Cloud

                                                                     SITTING ON A CLOUD

As I sit upon a cloud

And watch the world below

I'd hope to see a thriving place

Not the nightmare that's on show

But the picture that lays before me

From my perch up high

The reality of what I'd see

Would make me want to cry

I'd see so much pain and suffering

Caused by hate and war

I'd just sit up there wondering 

Just what it's all worth for

I'd see so much crime and murder

Muggings and things so cruel

A land where it's just not safe

For kids to walk to school

I'd see mass areas of rain forests

Disappearing day by day

Until all the wildlife becomes extinct

With no where for them to stay

I'd see so much pollution caused by industy

Controlled by man's greed for money

What happened to the lands we'd known

Filled with milk and honey

My heart would break for the working man

His life is filled with pain

His back would break while bosses grow rich

My tears would look like rain

I'd see governments and politicians

You scratch my back and I'll scratch your's

Nods and winks behind the scenes

Passing brown envelopes which open doors

So as I sit upon my cloud

My head would hang in sorrow

To late to save the planet Earth

For all our children's tomorrows

Reviews

[bigfootprint]

A very graphic work. Your imagery and grammar give a clear picture of a world of evil. This picture you paint is valid, but I submit there is one premise missing from your syllogism. Evil prevails when good men do nothing. Bullies and perpetrators feed off of victim mentality. The missing piece is the inherent goodness of man. That goodness springs from another premise: God resides in the hearts of men. We each have an obligation to do all within our means to oppose evil wherever we see it, to loose the power of faith and love within us. We must become the mechanism for divine intervention. Once loosed, that outbreak of goodness spreads like wildfire -- one faithful heart at a time. We could even call it a super power to stand up, for when we do God takes over. The hardest part is believing we can lead such a charge for good. Stand up for God and speak the inspiration that lights the cleansing fire against the evil you describe. Trust the God within you, not the self-serving seducers who prefer you to be helpless and fearful. You can be the bugler that wakes man from his nightmare of pain and suffering. Man's inhumanity to man happens only when the crime bosses and street punks go unchalleged. Your very poetic words can inspire us to be better humans.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It can never be too late, can it? Perhaps I have hope enough for us both!

[George David Hope]

Thanks for the review and the kind words. Out of all my little ditty's this is my mams favourite.

[Chris Shaw]

There is much to be disappointed with, but I also see great acts of courage and humanity which makes me think all is not lost. Thought provoking words from your cloud in the sky David. Thank you.

Chris

[George David Hope]

Thanks a lot for your kind words and comments. (Sorry I didn't reply sooner but I'll be honest I had to be up early to see my daughter, mother and her grandmother off at the airport and fell asleep at the keyboard). Glad you enjoyed it. One of my mam's favourites.

[Chris Shaw]

I can understand this poem being a favourite, and no worries about any delay. Think you need a rest after the chauffeuring.