Seeing or observing ...

Luke 6:39 

 

39 And He spoke a parable to them: 

Can the blind lead the blind?

 Will they not both fall into the ditch?

 

Signs

 

 

What a world are our children finding?

What do we leave behind?

as we in dissatisfaction grinding

time away leading the blind?

 

We make heroes of who wants attention

The way to hell seems paved that way

In such our life style not to mention

as we give others not the time of day

 

Right or wrong … some will become famous.

Even for some stupid games they play.

They make fortunes and who should blame us

Just our children and they do that every day

 

Some suffer little … slightly bruising.

Some suffer lots … unbearable pain.

It is not by their own choosing

that the first are catapulted into fame.

 

While the suffering barely get by

or give up … after many tears.

Society's compassion is just: "Why: Oh my!"

It pretty well shows … the end is near

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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