Their beauty
And fragility
Is shown, felt
In the lovely,
Colorful dresses
They wear,
Don’t abuse, the Weak!
Help them,
Treat them with love
And care,
Tenderly, for they’re
Like delicate flowers,
Whose frail petals
Need, Seek
This Loving Care
As does Beauty,
But Both,
Unfortunately
Are abused,
Everywhere.
A ham and cheese sandwich.
Admired and desired,The artist seeks his placeIn a World so cold and uninspiredIt’s a slow and difficult raceDisorientation,Is generally the bitter case.
But we don’t,Our petty brains,Have not the span,To even comprehend,What is man?
Youth,Illusions bloomAll is but grace,And yet, how soonLife’s flowerLoses colorLoses tune,As time consumesThe youthful daysOf no return.
Not one syllable of Verity,Lies, destructive as true whips.
Not at all right,All of them,Chaotic bummers,Don’t even know,How to govern!The ones that were,The ones that are,21st Century plight,Nothing feels right!Confused, hiddenBy computerized trees,Now, the forest,Nobody sees,So much information,So much untrue,‘Sanctified’ by abuseNobody, even seemsTo care about the truth,Cynicisms, absolute tooth,Muddled in darkness,Transparency, none,They haven’t even left us,A tenuous ray of sun.
