'Living, Maybe Learning'

‘Living, Maybe Learning’
By BuddyBlack 1975

What have we learned
From living...
The few years that
We’ve had.
Have we gained
From the good ones,
And especially the bad.

It seems we’ve closed
Our eyes
To the things
That are stark and real,
And elected to try
And make it
Through simple touch
And feel.
Without regard
To the future
And to the ones not yet born,
We bequeath to them
A planet
That is ravaged,
Raped and torn.
With no second thoughts
We gouge our land,
And dip in with
Our steel sheathed hand,
And withdraw her life
For that of man,
Knowing that it cannot
Be replaced.
The great dollar bill
Still prompts
Such greed
That we’ll plant
And harvest that
Ink green seed,
No matter what the cost.
And when it’s gone
And we’re destitute,
We tend to cry,
And tend to shoot
Away our very lives.
If we’re going
To learn,
It must be soon,
Because we’re filling up
This shrinking room
With billions of copies
Of our egotistic selves.
And time will not wait
While we hem and haw,
It zooms on by
Right past us all.
And we must slow down,
And listen some,
And we’ll soon know
That we’re the only ones
Who can save this World,
For those
Who are yet to come.