If the world is ending now,
It’s not because of bombs or blood
But one hundred million parents forgot to say “I love you”
To a crying child
And one hundred million lovers misunderstood a word.
Grassy hues on dirty jeans
Scraped with open knees un-kissed;
Ring-Around-the-Rosie ends the same way again
And millions more suffer losses unseen, unheard
While millions more drink Dasani and Aqaufina -
Empty bottles strewn on empty streets
By empty people with empty tanks
While empty corporations
Fill their empty lives with green hues
Similar to those on dirty jeans
The dirty lives of two hearts
Or two billion hearts
Or six billion scraps of discarded soul
Floating on a ball of rock revolving around fire
Doomed from the start
All good things –
Do they have to end in screeching halts,
Or puffs of silence,
In dorm rooms of colleges unattended?
Attended or defended,
Society sinks into turmoil over a spilled drop of water
And mops up the mess with a bucket of life.
Bend and flow
The world is ending now,
I see it in the eyes of a child
Who doesn’t know how much I love the way he smiles;
Gaps in teeth
Love without knowing why or caring
Scared of the dark.
So am I sometimes
Turn off my light and stare into black-grey-red shadows
Walk to things I don’t know
To carry out a pair of green-stained jeans
On a soul stained but still more valuable than
Those little green papers that stained the soul
Who walked away into darkness to retrieve them;
I walk into darkness for you and the universe.
- Title: Corruption and a Child
- Artist: Letishia
- Description: I wrote this poem in about 15 minutes in green ink. I started this with the idea that the little things people neglect to do will eventually destroy us; somehow the pen translated it into a rant on greed and cultural corruption. Don't ask.
- Date: 07/15/2008
- Tags: poempoetyphilosophicalcorruptionchild
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