I hear the pulpits ringing
About mankind's mortal sin;
From what I hear and see, I fear
A sickness lurks within.
The cancers eating at our souls
Are violence, sex and drugs;
While most of this we just dismiss,
With non-commital shrugs.
Our teens are pregnant, kids kill kids,
While wealth and waste abound;
Guns in schools, illiteracy rules,
Lord! A sickness walks around.
We have scandal in high places,
As we lose our moral codes;
We follow the flow, we won't say no
So, we walk the Roman roads.
This is a dear, great country,
With just and faulty laws;
Perhaps we could, God knows we should
Amend these serious flaws.
1998
Oh, what a wonderful thoughtful write, and such a great flow to the poem, the content is the same in a good deal of the world it would seem, but just written so well, somehow you made it a pleasure to read..
A very true to life poem Joe i love the story and also how well it rhym's.wonderful Joe. This should have been given a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unfortunately this is the plight everywhere. Greed, crime and violence like cancer is eating up our vitals! We often tend to take things for granted! A lament like this itself is purgative! Powerful write!