Our Greatest...

Our Greatest...

A Poem by J.Cordova

Is there anyone to trust in this world?
Is there anyone left without despicable substance of character?
There is nothing left
that is worth a damn,
let it all rot away.
Nuclear war.

We live in a world
that’s now a desolate wasteland
an apocalyptic world
where people destroy one another
No one living
just surviving
Attempting to survive
amidst the waves
of drowning hatred
and despise.

men, women, children
all have been driven mad by this
Insanity the norm
Don’t bother
No, there is no going back
We have been existing like this for too damned long
and this has gone on
goes on
and will continue to happen
until its all gone

Let the records show
it was us
and nothing else
It was us that ruined this world
and killed each other off
and this was our only good deed.

© 2010 J.Cordova


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I agree with you, the world is going down the shitter, and it's going fast. However, there is still some good left in the world, and I think we should give that more attention than to giving all the negativity all the glory and attention. The good have and will out number the bad in the world. But it was a good poem, maybe some of these world leaders need to read it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I agree with you, the world is going down the shitter, and it's going fast. However, there is still some good left in the world, and I think we should give that more attention than to giving all the negativity all the glory and attention. The good have and will out number the bad in the world. But it was a good poem, maybe some of these world leaders need to read it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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J.Cordova
J.Cordova

Los Angeles, CA



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A grumpy old man trapped in a younger mans body. I smell like coffee and write rather than speak. Oh and I walk a lot. more..

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