Dear humanity,
I write this to ask you,
How did we drift so askew,
to the point where
the vain is inanely adored,
and the sane is insanely abhorred
Why do the colours that make rainbows smile
and give the auroras her alluring style,
no longer ignite beauty sparks on faces,
but smear the tracks of individual races
Why do we worship the elitists
at their altar of greed,
but ignore the sinister cysts,
sprouting on those in need
Why do we still play the game called fame,
whilst our high-scores keep putting us to shame
When did everyone suddenly become so fickle,
leaving us to trust only the Reaper's thrusting sickle
If you're reading this, I need some answers,
I really do,
because the world slowly sinks into hate's murky gutter,
and I need to know how to keep my head above water.
Regards,
Cheemnonso.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful conscience searching poem. We have really drifted from all known positive values and now worship money and fame acquired through illegitimate short cuts. Give you a 10+. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and rating.
Thanks for your remarks Kingsley. It looks like we humans keep devolving into a world riddled with irony, but, I know we'll pull through some day.