I Am Dead

I am blind.
Because I see my fellowmen being abused
And I do not help them.

I am deaf.
Because I hear lies being spread
And yet, I do not stop them.

I am dumb.
Because I have things to tell
And yet, I say nothing.

I have a heart.
And yet, I don't use it
So I love not nor care.

If these are true
So then
What is the point of living?

Nothing.
And so
I am dead.



Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-05-27 at 07:07

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
Albert Einstein once said, "The world is a dangerous place to live not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it".

Of course, I don't think we should each take personal responsibility for it; at least not in the sense that we are each guilty of evil we have not stopped. I just believe that we should each care, and that we should each standup for our fellow human's rights.

As the words from one of my favourite songs says "Survival forces him to sell his only daughter, it happens all the time, but we just close our eyes".

Evil takes many forms, sometimes, our culture itself can be evil, the way life treats many people in some parts of the world...

Your logic is quite sound; however, if you wanted to edit, I'd suggest changing "cause" to "because", those words are actually completely different...

Nice work, I enjoyed reading it.
2008-11-20


Rage of Reason
What you write here in this poem applies to most. We are trapped in some type of mass hallucination called reality that coerces us to perceive anything as it is not. Powerful expression. Thanks for creating and sharing.
2008-05-27