Treasure Island

Kaila George

(20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

Ignorance Is Bliss


Humanity at times I feel ashamed

Ignorance is bliss some people say

How does one condone what people

Have done to others and close their eyes

How can we sit and ignore the brutality

Of human kind of other cultures

We as modernized women

Believe we have a right to our own body

To do what we our self's think is right when

We are old enough to understand our body's needs

Others are not so lucky to have that choice in their lives

It is decided for them before they even turn 7 years of age

If you are a child of today...and have those choices

Then live it today and appreciate what you have

Just remember many children never have that choice

Just be glad you are just that...a child of today

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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  • Kevin Patrick (3/6/2014 4:06:00 PM)

    Beautiful, and empowering, the thought of the madness of the world can drive one to pieces what we have is an important reminder what we can do, we cant change the world but we can but teach each other how to understand. Lovely job. (Report) Reply

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