The Leaking Hour Hand

I mop the hope of tomorrows from my eyes

Slowly vanishing into the broken arms of tonight

As I try to satisfy the hunger of my thoughts with why(s)

What tomorrow do we promise the unborn?

You are so blinded to raise trees till you forget to raise us kids

My parents teach me to dread my neighbors as a substitute of loving them

Orders of the day have become follow tattoos and overlook taboos

As you leave footsteps at doors instead of leaving them on our hearts

Love has become of nothing but a game of trophies

Losing a phone is a catastrophe while losing virginity is just an incidence

Our friends have more faith in us than our own families

You walk down the aisle for the profits of divorce instead of love

I see you every Sunday morning nursing hangovers instead of fellowship

Then later set your hopes in gold and when it fails you blame God

Please whisper in my sleep to me who are my role models

You tell me to make me wishes instead of make prayers

You spend every night enjoying the humorous Hollywood stars

But never for once have I seen you enjoy the glamor of sky and its stars

All you teach me is make money from the poor and leave ‘em in bare bellies

Racism is no longer a subject of skin pigment but class

You say you are happy and living the life at its best

While all I see are zombies playing humans; a party of dead ghosts

I look to the sky and it rains down on my velvet suit

The drops of rain tinted in red with tears of the unborn terrified to be born

This is the era where Government rights come first and citizens’ come last

In bookshops bibles cost more than story books

Where emotions pollute environment more than automobiles

They pledge us freedom then inject into us micro-chips to control us

You feed me on genetically modified meals then call me fat

Why do you say you are fighting for peace, when fighting itself is a war?

Why are you looking to the sky for aliens instead of help?

We are all nothing but a leaking hour hand

And before midnight we’ll all be hymns of ghosts

Yes I hear you all say You Only Live Once

But at least leave crumbles for me and the unborn child.

© G!ovanni

Author's Note

The poem is written from a child's point of view.

Reviews

[Virtuosa X]

This is genius!!! I enjoyed every word of it. thk you.
:) Absolutely great.

[GunMetal]

This is truly excellent work. There were a lot of great points in here that I have thought as well.

[G!o]

Thanks. The thoughts were just leaving scars in my brain and i just had to pen them down. Glad you love it.

[RaspberryBullets]

So true. Excellent work.xox

[G!o]

Thank you...

[Leslie Philibert]

Great idea, a protest poem written from a child`s point of view. Good one.

[G!o]

Thank you Leslie...

[MOON]

Well this is a deep mature write, you make so many good points . Knowing values seeing contradictions . This poem flows and is ful of wisdom.

[G!o]

Thank you...someone once said, everybody can see but it is only poets who can shed the tears of others...

[Michael G.]

A child's point of view with a very mature mind. You have given many good things to ponder. A very well written and thought through piece.

The only thing for me is the font size. My old eyes had problems reading this.
Could it be broken up into verses... or groupings of thought? While each comment on life as it is, is important... perhaps they could be stronger standing separated a little. It would give the reader more time for reflection. Just a thought. It still works as is.
Well done.

[G!o]

Thanks Michael...i am sorry i am so used to small fonts but from here henceforth i'll have that always in mind. Thanks again for the review and i am glad you found the thoughts to ponder about.