When will we listen?

Preacher man on the tv teaching about the good book
But I can't help but think of the homeless man last week
Contorted face, crazed and spitting the end is near
I wonder who speaks the honest truth of now
Preacher man telling us past story's when time was simpler
Saying what his follower wish to hear or lose it all
Then there's the homeless man with nothing to lose
Telling what he believes without a care about what you say
As we destroy the only world we have, starving the life out of it
Over population, over deforestation, killing over disagreements
Corrupt politicians cutting our tongues at birth
Replaying the same messages until it's branded into our brains
Maybe he's right, it's all ending soon, maybe he's not so crazy
Where are we leading our children? What is being left for them
Hand'em a mope for the blood, hand'em a gun to settle disputes
Hand'em a rope to follow the trail of suicide left by our ancestors
Preacher man telling us it's the devils work but the devil is us
What animal breaks his own jaw just to starve to prove a point?
Man kind is the cruelest, sickest, most destructive animal of all
But if you hold a sign that the end is near, you're insane
Is he really all that crazy? Maybe not but you'll never know
You don't care to know, you're afraid to know

Reviews

[Ana B.]

Beautiful and intense. Insightful writing :)

[Jennie Baron]

These are apt words and cut straight to the truth, and the repetition truly brings the truth home. This poem is a lesson to each of us to bring about change wherever we can. Thanks to Jack for bringing my attention to this great write.

[Eli Jarman]

Thank you for the review and yes we must change things while we still can.