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A Poem- Less than human
There is a world beyond the world we have created...
Let go of the future
I see the reflections through a window of an old world lost from today.
The reflection of a life that has been forgotten and has no name.
It was once simple but became tattered and raw,
I see the refection through a window,
I can see each of us fall.
We are said to be smarter,
But I honestly don’t know.
If we were so much smarter,
Why don’t we ever feel whole?
Technology is improving,
Minds are going dull,
We are the robots of a nation,
Controlled by what we no longer know.
The world is changing.
We each change ourselves,
We are lost in a world that has no hope,
Of become more human.
People pretend and play God,
Then we blame God for what we cannot control.
What is the point of praying?
We have no real clue what it is we are praying for.
Talk to a child,
They will show you the way.
In an innocent world,
They are the future, I am not sure can be saved.
We have created our paradise,
But this is not a paradise we should of dreamt of,,
This is a world that we have created,
And each day we become less human.
We are losing emotions,
Losing human contact,
Taking away from reality,
To hide the things that we believe that we lack.
Focus on saving the earth,
We focus on saving another species,
Maybe one day we will wake up,
And see it is us who needs to learn how to see.
We took for granted the simple things,
That made life a pleasure to live,
Now we live for more items,
That we create to make life worth living.
Let go of the future,
Stop praying for financial welfare,
Start looking at our souls,
And what is the purpose of being here.
I cannot save the world,
The world may not be able to be saved.
But perhaps someday our creations will wither,
And we will see the world we created and have a better today.
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