What Sort of World?
He went to work to feel like a slave
The only profit the boss saw was money
Despite all the effort he gave
The concern he got was just phoney
The teenager walked down the street
He just wanted to mind his business
But he just got knocked from his feet
With a knife sticking out from his chest
They just wanted to be loved
They didn’t want all the strife
So they donned their hat and gloves
And went out to end their lives
In this world we bring our kids
This world of constant heaving
Life is just a series of bids
What sort of world are we leaving?
Comments
Richard there is no doubt in my mind that humanity is enslaved to the ‘rubbish dump’ in every which way of our lives. Isee the NY tug boats pulling out the waste and dumping it at sea… Swarms of birds that are now trained to be lazy for easy pickings … and buckets and buckets of dirt poured into the sea and other places. That is my take. Good luck.
Thanks for your comment and insight Betty.
– kernuak
You nailed our world right on the head! too much violence and not enough of Godly love out there.Humanity certainly needs to change it’s way of thinking, :o)) God Bless,Mae
Thanks Mae. It might seem odd, but a certain amount of indifference would be a start I think, better that, than all the intolerance there is. Passion is good if targeted in the right areas, but it can be a double-edged sword.
– kernuak
Maybe not indifference, but acceptance, of those different than us,more friendliness,less hatred. maybe? :o)))
I would agree, but if some people ignored others, instead of fighting them it would be an improvement.
– kernuak
AMEN to that Brother!♥ :o))