When I Was Younger - Poem by Denis Kucharski
When I was younger
I made some presumptions
I thought things would be simpler
Or that things would make sense
That adults knew what they were doing
And if you worked hard and cared
Everything would be okay
That the Church was a place for good
And that America was great.
Little did I realize
That I wouldn't have children
Things would be more complicated
No one knows what they are talking about
And the Church is busy hiding criminals
Who prey upon our children
And that America invades countries
For oil, and extracts blood
In the name of patriotism
My love of country died.
Reality is too much to bear
When it hits you right between the eyes
Like a Tea Party Rally
From the froth of nothingness
I got sick from it
And there's no where left to hide.
Hell is other people
And I want to escape
Send me to some far away land
Far from the reach of this human wasteland.
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