How - Did It Come To This Poem by Smoky Hoss
How - Did It Come To This
Once we planted gardens,
and grew fruit
on trees;
Once we understood,
and took care of
our own needs -
Now our salads come to us
in plastic bags,
and the fruit, frozen, stuck in styrofoam
nearly gags -
We cover ourselves in fake-bake
with nary an idea of how
to earn a real workers-tan,
and no thought at all
of what it means to be
a real woman or man -
We seem to be
as artificial as the sustenance
we have come to bare;
and our phony lives
consume us
unaware -
Once, we planted,
once we grew,
once we worked,
once we knew;
and now?
Now- we stand paralyzed,
lost and wondering, how?
If infrastructure goes down, most of us are in for a rude awakening. Great poem, Smoky
We aspire to bring about change for better but what comes out is a change for worse. The poem captures the frustration beautifully: and now? Now- we stand paralyzed, lost and wondering, how?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:22:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Are we all really physically paralyzed, looking at the skyscrapers and the Greater cities of world which cover at least few hundred to few thousand Square kilometer in size? What are these people doing in the concrete jungle, building the nest? as you have written here we are socially paralyzed.. wonderful thought..