Published December 12, 2007
[pre]Imperfect World
We all want to be special
But we’re not.
We all want to succeed
But we won’t
And we all want
Everything we can’t have
And we don’t
Give
A
Damn
About the rest of the world.
We all want to stand out
But we can’t because some
of us are just ordinary people
With ordinary parents
And ordinary
Siblings
Or as ordinary as siblings get
And the only thing
We have
Is our ordinariness
But does that make us extraordinary?
We all need the same things
It would be easier if we didn’t
We all want what is best
For ourselves and our children
But what about the other children,
those children,
the ones starving in India,
and dying in Sudan
We all want to save the world
So nobody will, because dreaming is believing is NOT doing
We all want to stop Global Warming in it’s tracks
But nobody does because it’s too hard or they’ll
do it later or right now, they have to focus
on their crappy,
rich,
Hummer-filled
lives.
And we are all
preoccupied
with our
crappy,
rich,
richer than those starving kids in India
Hummer-filled
lives
and there is a piece in our
brains or their hearts
or i don't know where
that is telling us
We are all heroes in our own special way!
Sure. Fine. Fabulous! We are all heroes.
Everybody’s a hero!! Woo hoo! Don’t you love
being a hero? Oh ya! Wait, you kill puppies?
Ya, well, then you’re not a hero, but that
guy over there picked up a can so he’s a hero!
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. I liked the part that you talked about dreaming about making a change yet, never getting around to doing so. I have a saying. "Why dream if you are not going to make your dreams come true?"
Hello, me again.
This is your poem:
I kinda thought that that was going to be your ending. I like how you didn't finish the sentence at the end.
Even though I love the ending, it is very unarignal.
I hope that this helped!
Happy writing, I wish you luck,
-- M.B.Author