When does it all begin?
The game cartridges for children
That enter their growing minds
Like a form of cancer
With death, destruction and -
The winner being the most savage.
All the airwaves with television
Fill their minds with a desensitization
Of anger, hate and violence
(Wow, this is so real)
Is this normal?
Or a normal day in their life?
In my life the years of growing
Was filled with books and of friendships
Both of which I still have
No wads of money
Slowly poisoning my mind
But important things
That grew with me.
Yes, we grew up with imagination
Not with big brother
poisoning our minds.
And knowing the consequences.
Dear Willow, Sounds as though we have similar takes on the current human condition. Similar childhood memories as well. I really love your tell it like it is approach Mr. Pearce. The world needs more folks of your ilk to expose the idiocy presently transpiring. GWG
A very thoughtful and timely poem. Books, enduring friendships and time in which to nuture the imagination...riches garnered in a quieter more reflective time. This is what we should wish for the children in our lives.Thank you for affirming this in your excellent piece. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I grew up with both Willow, and I look back on the books and the friends with the biggest smiles. Moyaxx