We're All Adults, Right?

We're All Adults, Right?

A Poem by realmwriter

  And so does humanity exsist, blind to its folly.
Blind to all that it, as a whole, has done wrong.
Society looks out its window and cares not for the children in the streets.
Cares not for the people that pass it by everyday.
Cares not for the woes of the world as it's led astray.
Society only cares for its self, lonely as it is.
Man bends not to the will of another, only to the allmighty dollar.
Humanity seeks not to improve its self, only to blindly distroy its self.
Weekaning the very fabric of the family structure, stupid man plunders along.
Ignorant man, blind to its own arogance, stumbles along on its way to indifferance.
Arogant man counts only his acomplishments and takes credit for those of others.
While all along, right in front of us, is the way to end without madness in the middle.
Do we not see, or do we choose to ignore, the fact that our children implore us?
Our children implore us to stop this madness, to open our eyes and look around.
Our children implore us to smell the roses and see that we are stuwards of this world.
They implore us to see that they are the future and we are leaving them nothing.
We are distroying that wich they will inherit someday, and the lessons we are teaching them are all wrong.
Are we really so blind as to fail to see the error of our ways?
We must be, for we continue to suffer our children this terrible fate.

We continue to wallow in our collective self pitty and think there is no way out.

We continue to grope for a brick while the wall is coming down.

We continue to grasp at straws while the wolf is at our door and the door is nolonger there.

We continue to build with sticks and we are cutting down the forest one twig at a time.

Humanity is in the drivers seet and the car is about to crash.

All the while mankind seeks a faster car, a bigger better house or a more seeworthy vessal to sail.

We seek to bolster ourselves with things and not with that wich will truly inrich us.

We believe ourselves rich behond measure and we don't even know what rich really is.

Our greed is taking us down the road that leads to hell and we go willingly.

When will we stop all of this and see what we have done? When I ask you, when?

I would be willing to bet that our children know the answer, we just don't listen.

Afterall we are the adults, right?

© 2011 realmwriter


Author's Note

realmwriter
Sameb poem, better name!

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the wall WILL come down, brother. hands can only see themselves, see. there is no right

Posted 13 Years Ago


I am still enjoying your prose..............you have written so much truth here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Strong point of view, you brought out a lot of good things in this poem! Something to thing about!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Man's inhumanity to man described in simple prose. No matter how altruistic we try to be, the opposing side still remains.1

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love your point of view, it was really reflective.
♥ Ta'Shandra

Posted 13 Years Ago


You write from the perspective of man, and you did so very well.
Though it looks like man is laying waste to this planet, our home earth, it will not be brought to ruin, for those ruining the earth they themselves shall be brought to ruin, so says the word of God. Man however had rarely listened to God, but follows blindly the corrupt teachings of other men.
In heaven there is no place for me, but a better place where I will exist. :0)

Posted 13 Years Ago


love your point of view here i wish this every single day !:)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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