The Primordial earth is parched
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .
Homo Sapiens abandoning
love and humanity for
The idolatry of false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality
If you believe the news
Fame at all costs
Fantasists ,
society on the edge.
Kids who want maximum gain
For little or no effort.
Spoiled beyond recognition.
But consider all the good
The love of family
Those who hold out a hand
to the lost in war torn countries
mans capacity for friendship and trust
Faith in humanity, is the only way
Comments
Jayne
Thank you, i've taken another look and changed beginnging aswell as the ending.
love lou
Sounds a little *preachy* to
Sounds a little *preachy* to me. Can you tone that done a bit?
All in all, a worthy effort in looking into the heart of what is the matter.
Thanks Lou.
~A
Anna
You could call it preachy, on the hand you could see as calling it as i see it. I prefer the latter.
i think it's pitched about where i was aiming.
Thanks.
Lou
Hi Lou
Love this poem, love the structure and honesty.
The Primordial earth is parched
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .
Homo Sapiens abandoning
love and humanity for
The idolatry of false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality
These stanza's are spot on - this is the state of humanity.
The last stanza is positive - there are those who help and have the desire to better things.
You are very caring and sensitive to human nature!
Love Mand xxxxxx
Mand
Thank you, that's very kind of you.
love lou
hi louise
I know I have seen this somewhere before maybe you sent
it to me at some stage as I remember and really like these
lines ,,,,,,
"The Primordial earth is parched
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .
Homo Sapiens abandoning
love and humanity for
The idolatry of false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality",,,,,,,,,really well worded ,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs
HI Enda
I wrote a version of this on old Neo, I have updated it by adding the last stanza.
thanks
lou
Dearest Lou,
...and it seems like it just keeps on getting worse. My heart is as heavy as this write. My favorite lines are:
But consider all the good
The love of family
Those who hold out a hand
to the lost in war torn countries
mans capacity for friendship and trust
Faith in humanity, is the only way
I'm glad your poem ends on a note of hope! I have no suggestions.
love, Cat
Cat
Thank you so much
Love lou