For Our Children

For Our Children

A Poem by Shawn Crider

For Our Children


Should we so idly let our world become infected by a ravaging disease?
Allowing future generations to become burdened with problems caused by the prior.
To the lighter of the flame he shall put out, fore the sins of the father shall not scorn the son.
When all laid to rest on the most uncomfortable of beds; becoming rot, in the belly of the earth.
Can we truly say that we did all we can?
To die with no regrets.


Curable no question but what is unquestioned rather is the concerning lack of empathy amongst brothers and sisters.
Disgraceful!
Casting shame upon a tree that has been nurtured by the likes of Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, Madison, Lincoln, not to mention a rich bloodline that sheds a royal light on a money consumed society.

To think we have politicians speak for the American people, the people who glorified independence; with such a blatant disregard for others. Its as if they're hacking down the tree others have worked so hard to build word by bloviated word.
Its ludicrous, a hypocrites way of gaining power and we turn a blind eye.

To whom gains power dies with none.
The rich die broke.
The strong get weak.
Youth gets old.
Its the nature of life, unfortunate as it seems however to tamper with the basis of nature is violating her without consent.
A scandalous division of the people brought upon by social structures and doctrines.
Leave it to the few to decide for the many,
Constitutional anarchy calls for mutiny!
Mutiny!

Our children no not what dangers they will face.
Sheild them if you must but Hitler still claimed Anne Frank.
Many more will die. Its a curse of the living, good or bad, whether that is fiction or reality the vanity perched upon our backs cannot hold us down no longer!
Our children can no longer be allowed to suffer.

© 2016 Shawn Crider


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Shawn Crider
Shawn Crider

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