We have all been inoculated
Against a virus of doubt
If mans task be only be set
Then heaven on Earth will never be met
Our behaviour has become somewhat bazzar
Our suspicions have been placed inside a jar
Those changes did come to reform
Our self worth and existance
Has been shifted to create another uniform
Comes too many from this field
No wonder we are all giving into this shield
There is no cure within this element
When from birth we have been sent
Into a world of robotic views
Man will become yesterdays news!
I pray it is not to late man is an idiot lets hold hands and hope 10 for caring Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very arresting idea, struck out almost like a crude sculpture struck from the living rock. Part of the cure of part of the disease! . Very aptly described. Kind regards Aine