A Personal Reflection

A Personal Reflection

A Poem by luciddreamer

Do you ever wonder who your really following?

Have you checked into his background at all?

Do you know his brokers on a personal level?

Would they come running to your aide if you should fall?

Do they ask for your life, a humans most precious asset..

to prove your love, at all cost?

Wouldn't much more light shine through the darkness

if we loved ourselves enough to get along......

 

We have become the monsters of our past

and our children are only reflecting us

in our times of strife,

we let our fear rule our lifes,

just like our fathers before us

the craziness still reigns

through our unchecked hands.....

 

 

© 2011 luciddreamer


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oo very nice!! a reality check of top orders! indeed the young are mere representations or reflections of those that preceded them! I think we'll always be preoccupied with our past, alas, the human nature! nice poem!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Because I am aware of deception, I check.
I am far less concerned about perverts and drug addicts than I am about the persons in positions of 'leadership' in our 'republic'.
While I can understand that the War of Attrition is an enemy more elusive than any band of terroristfanaticextremistwhatever, and I can clearly see how that most of us could not be held accountable for bad intentions, and any part we may have played in the debacles that lay before us was done in the progress of 'progress'...
I don't think we can use that as an excuse to just keep piling up the Stupid.
Anywhoo....
yeah, that one got me thinking too.....
That's some mind you got there, my Friend....

Posted 13 Years Ago



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First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win....Gandhi more..

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