I cry sometimes when I watch the news,
This state is done
We are all doomed
What am I going to do?
I cry sometimes when I drive through Flint
I can't even go there anymore
I am way too literal and and way too analytical
And I can't control it
Especially not now
Seriously I cry when I wathc the news,
Who does that?
I have no clue
I tell people what I am doing with my future
And people criticize and put it down
I say I want to teach inner city kids how to read and write,
I want to take my knowledge, experience, and education
And do something meaningful with it all
\I don't want to teach rich ungrateful brats
I want to mold the mionds that don't know better yet,
Not the ones that know and don't care
I cry when I see suffering around the world,
Who does that?
I am almost to the point of making a noticeable difference,
I make one now but.........
It is only in the form of words and mind
Soon it will be action
I cry at strange times
Who does that?
I am condemned for my morals and beliefs,
Who puts up with that,
Without blowing their brains out?
I have no clue,
But it's ok,
I am way too analytical and literal
But thgere is nothing I can do.
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Friday, August 7, 2009
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