Good or Bad: Thoughts Procured
By: Toni Whisenant
The cold wind stings my face
As I stand among the edge
Of the sped up version
Of what life is about.
I simply cry at the thought
That to stop and smell te roses
Would be to miss the waking minutes
Of the sleepless hours
Of the rushing days.
The sacred fear of slowing down
Strikes the best of us,
Overcomes the worst of us,
And mentally rapes the weakest of us.
It ecomes us and uns us.
It confuses us yet makes us understand.
It loves us yet hates us.
It kills us yet gives us the will to live.
The fact of our not so subtle changes
And the drastic and dramatic changes
Of the world around us
Defines us in such a way
That it evolves us.
I can only simply imagine
How the world would be
Without our sins and monstrocities.
Without our hypocracies and our insanities.
Without our selfish acts and hates
Our racist comments and idiotic discriminations.
Just to know that taking a breath
Would kill your career,
Keep you insane,
Make you inane.
People are encouraged to
Lick their own wounds and
Not to help those in need.
To mind their own business
And to shut their mouth.
To kill or be killed in
A dog-eat-dog world.
When insanity is normal
And all truths are perverse.
In a society where a child's mom
Is in fact the nanny.
When parents don't know
Their own child's name.
When drugs and money are more important
Than a person's life itself.
We are all born into
A society in which
We are taught to
Bite the hand that feeds us.
We take advantage of whatever we can.
All we can do is simply Take.
Take the lives from others;
Take entire species out of their habitat
So that we may have a shopping mall;
Take mothers from children
So that we could be happy.
So that we could prove our worthiness.
We drink our whiskeys and beers
Until our endless guilts are momentarily relieved.
We push further and further
Until the world bites us.
Until it attacks us.
Our society relies solely upon the
Careless political leaders
And upon the stock brokers and investers.
It relies upon the rich and
Upon the big companies.
But I ask myself,
What about the feeble-minded?
What about the weak
And the poor and the sick?
What about those who fight in
Battles rarely won?
What becomes of
The insolent, the abusing, the inadequate?
The most unheard of people
Are in fact the biggest heros,
Yet are never thought of
As being so.
Celebrities are more important
Than those who give their lives for us.
Fast food characters are more known
Than major world leaders.
In a world where fashion
Costs as much as a car
And good education costs
An acre of farming land.
When making oneself happy
Includes the sacrafice of another.
Our guilts are made of enless hours
Of sleepless nights and
Tear-filled days.
Our hard-earned money
Goes down the drain with every decision we make.
We ARE the epitamy of mindless robots.
We ARE the scum of th earth.
Yet we think we do the world so good.
Why is it that when we try to help
Everything goes to waste?
We ARE, in fact, the humorless race,
The hated and insecure,
The easily distracted and hardly amused.
We don't know what is best for us.
We don't try to figure it out.
We are the top of the food-chain,
Yet we take everything for granted.
Why is that?
Why is it we are never satisfied?
Why is it the more we get
The less satisfied we are?
Why can we not be
Grateful for what we do have?
Why is it so impossible to
Accep the tragedies versus
Stand up to the sands of time
And waste our endless days and nights
Working and being woried?
Why can we not accept the things that
Do happen and try to change the future for the better?
Can't we just pronouncethe dead as being dead
And just let bygones be bygones?
Or do we have to keep grudges
Over the most idiotic things?
Nature does not accept us,
Yet we are nature.
Our necessities aremet by mere luxuries
And our standards are out of our hands.
We have bitten off too much to chew.
So let me ask you this:
Are we good or bad?
