Sitting in uncomfortable silence,
We wait for our problem to be solved.
Changing my habits, I hope and hope.
We have been given so much,
And we have taken so greedily.
Caring is beyond so many, it seems.
I fear the worst, as I have better dreams.
I know in the end, my hopes may not matter.
It breaks my heart a little,
As I watch our future slowly shatter.
The lands strength is becoming brittle,
As we wring out the life from the land.
Like water separated from sand.
Comments
Omg that is really good, you should enter it into the Human Rights contest! Donno if that was your intent, but the poem could be interpreted in the political sense where the rights for humans are slowly falling apart (and maybe imperialism taking rise? We're studying that unit in Social Studies lol) because nobody cares enough. At least that's how I read it
Oooh, I'll look into that! When I had wrote this poem I was thinking more about climate change and how it feels like no government officials are even listening, but after reading your perspective I can see the way you viewed it too! Also thank you! :)
ooooooooh, climate chaaaaage. That makes so much sense, I see that now!
Anytime :) And good luck!
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