Disillusionment

My recent hub entitled "This is the way the world ends" drew some mixed reaction from my readers.

Of course the lines "this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper" are not mine but those of a great poet T.S Eliot.

Thanks to our fellow hubber TonyMac04 I now remember the poem was called "We are the hollow men"

My hub , which included a few lines from this poem was really how I was feeling on that day.

I'd seen a documentary on T.V. about how , in some African countries an opposing tribe would charge through a village killing mostly adults but taking as many young boys as they could..

When I say 'young ' I really mean little boys not 13 year olds.

These poor children have suddenly lost their families and the people who feed them are the rebels who killed their parents.

So it goes on they feed and take care of these 6 and 7 year olds while at the same time teaching them how to shoot a gun that looks heavier than the child..

This is merely one incident in a world filled with horrific happenings,.

Many good things are happening too, but I get my days when I want the world to be different . As Micky Dee always says. "if only we could all follow The Golden Rule" which is to treat others as we would like to be treated ourselves.... what wonderful world it would be.

Which brings us back to dreaming. My cynical self was mentioning, I've never had a dream come true, while my 'other' self was reminding me I don't think I've ever wanted a dream. I seem to have gone through life one day at a time and a high percentage of it a very happy life.

Therefore it came as a shock to me to find again an old yellowed poem written when I was about 15 or 16..

I must have been a weird kid, I let you be the judge of why I could write the following during those teenage years.

DISILLUSIONMENT

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Oh! That life should be like this.

So filled with lonely souls,

So many hateful tongues inclined

to ruin others' goals,

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That innocence should also be,

So pitiful and mean..

That laughing eyes of children,

Should helplessly so 'gleam'.

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Oh! that dreams should turn to this.,

To nought from pent-up pride.

That love should be abandoned,

and the dream be left behind.

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