As a child Grows they see
all that they are told
they watch you
and they copy you
no matter what you do
They see your violence
and your hate
and want to be
just like you
What you do
and what they see
mutates inside them
All they are left with
as they join the adult world
is anger of another kind
with madness as a sideline
Dear Mr. Walker, I just wanted to reach out and let you know that I recently composed a piece that uses the text of this poem. I wanted to let you know and see if you would be interested in listening to the piece. Please let me know if you would be? Thank you and have a great day! Sincerely, Carl Johnson
Very rightly you said here. A child has a photographic memory to imitate as what she / he sees. Hence, a child needs a proper environment to grow with.
oh the chain reaction of observation, assimilation, enactment, improvisation, mutation, .............on and on till the civilisation progreses in the backward direction of repeated histories of mistakes and follies.....nicely written
Violence provokes violence. The media adds to that by presenting violence more than peace. Hope we realize the folly. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Dave. Thanks for your recent review. I enjoyed this poem and the strong message about being living examples of the right sort. Spot on. Loyd