Stuck At Sea Poem by Macwolls Kay

We live a life programmed like robots
Every move to the code, to the tune,
Our daily routines followed to precision.

We dine and wine and spoil ourselves
Sumptuous meals at every occasion
Daily spoils no room to hold.

We've spared the rode, we've spoiled the child
Incessant texting, spitefully rude
A tantrum thrown, a dollar is given.

We have lost the times when grey meant wisdom
The treasures of a people entrusted in their care
Confined and despised we traded their care.

We have lost the pride and sense of belonging
The right to be, community upholds
A woman's child to be raised up right.

We have lost our values, abandoned our morals
And yet we wonder why the gun is a friend.

We distance religion we drop the faith
The schooling child taught to shun,
Then we ask a million questions.

This pilgrim nation, stuck at sea,
The winds of life have ripped the sail
Drifting away to a place unknown.