‘LIVING, MAYBE LEARNING’, a poem by BuddyBlack

‘LIVING, MAYBE LEARNING’,  a poem by BuddyBlack

 

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

Planet Earth,

   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,

‘Cause 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