Who cares..........A Poem by Keoniim not going to even hint at what i mean....its real and its sad, and i hope i do not offend anyone. peaceno rest for the ones that dont know...... the ones who know, know...... the ones that dont know, dont even know that they dont know....... see them with scars and scabs and blood dripping... but a helping hand is not ever welcomed, nor invited.... greasy and unpleasently ruffled, as if they were just let off the leash..... mangled and torn, bitten and worn, with the dirt and dust so thick from the street, it turns thier feet black.............
if they knew, then more would see, but they dont. and so we dont either...... we just get up and do what it is we do, who cares that the world has over three billion homeless and starving people...... who cares? no really who cares!!!!!!!!!! its not a question, its a protest.......
WHO CARES!!!!!!!!!!!! I do......
As i eat and drink with wealth of a normal person? how can we stand in the mirror and not care, that we know about them?????? Who are you????? Who CARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yes, i know, i know, because i know........i care.....but the ones i should care about i dont....... and the ones i should ignore, i only try to please....... is this right? is this wrong? should i love god then me then all else???? what are we going to say to the ones who carry our souls, after we die???? uh, i know i should have done something......... i know i know..........i know....... why not just say, i didnt care? i do not care!!!!!!!!!
WHO CARES????????? Who knows........?????
those that think they know, dont even know that they dont even know...... ask yourself.........
Who cares?????? in a protest like way.......its not a question my friends......its reality, and you are part of this too..........3 billion starving and homeless HUMAN BEINGS.......
makes me want to scream....aloha keoni... © 2011 Keoni |
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2 Reviews Added on February 23, 2011 Last Updated on February 23, 2011 AuthorKeonihonaunau, HIAboutborn in hawaii, still here, i love it.....the ocean, the woods, the spirit....the Mana~ its here that i live in the path of my forefathers.....and mothers. many things exist to my eyes that only i se.. more..Writing
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