who?

 
someone stole my future, stole it and hid it

now I’m trying to figure out why? and just who did it


who did it? who dropped our sugar candy in the dirt?

made waste of our sweetness, replacing it with hurt?


tell me who dropped the baton, as we lost our race?

the others ran by laughing, kicked dirt into our face


we stumbled, we fell, we didn’t know what to do

tell me who is to blame?  I really want to know who?


we look in each others faces seeking to place the blame

while shunning our own mirror, so as to avoid the shame


knowing that the youth are the hope of any nation

tell me true: who was it? who lost our lost generation?

 

 

doug curry

august 5, 2011

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You have penned questions that many of us have. Who dropped the ball? I think the ball has been being dropped for quite awhile and everyone keeps thinking that THEY dropped it and THEY will pick it back up. What WE don't realize is that WE are THEY. WE are all responsible for picking up and carrying the ball. WE are so distracted by everyday life that the ball is disappearing.......Excellent poem.

[just rose.]

effective repetition here in the questions - gives the reader the great heaviness of the contemplation. the rhymes are really well-done, too - the id/irt/ace/oo/ame/ation - vowel and consonant sounds in a waterfall of anger and frustration and confusion and regret. also the questions are partly open and partly rhetorical, with the details as paradoxes, giving us the sense that the answers may be something we've heard before - or not. this is your usual sensitive examination of flashpoint, difficult issues. well done.