Poem of Mine
So, here is a poem of mine that I wrote a while ago. I don't particularly like it, but some other people have told me that they do, so I figured I'd post it on here.
Disgusted
The western jungles so swelling with sin.
My distaste towards them comes deep from within.
One could not know the horrors that are hidden.
My hope for the future dwindles with each passing day.
Sometimes I turn on the tube and see nothing but death.
Destruction and depression tear at my heart.
The sadness I feel can not be described with words.
Nobody really knows if tomorrow will be different.
The other day I turned on the T.V.
A 12-year-old girl was murdered in a library.
A place of knowledge has now become a crime scene.
With much disgust I turned it off and prayed.
That night I prayed for the little girl's soul.
I wanted to know what she'd done to deserve that.
Why was the innocent murdered for no reason?
What purpose was served in the shedding of her blood?
Tonight the time reads ten twenty three.
As I flip through the channels I see nothing but vanity.
I see annorexic women selling make up and diamonds.
I see the "beautiful" people promoting cigarettes and alcohol.
The people we look up to are so blunderingly blind.
Every move they make is followed by every child's eye.
This sickens me so much to the point of almost vomitting.
How could these people not know that children want to be like them?
And everyday on the television I hear about the war in Iraq.
More of our people are dying, needlessly dare I say.
How dare we police the world with deadly force if needed.
Then turn around and say that we want peace with the East.
I turn to our elected officials for some comfort and security.
But all that I hear is what I've heard before.
I get so frustrated that I throw my hands into the air.
"They've claimed Jihad on us...So now we are at war!"
Why can't these chess pawns find their own purpose?
They should see for themselves that war is not right.
Uncle Sam doesn't want you and he doesn't want us.
Don't take up arms and refuse to fight.
The generations before us have messed everything up.
We are the last hope of this world of ours.
If no one else will start, then I'll take the first step.
I'll unclench my fist and outstretch my hands.....
by: Jon-Michael Lehman (aka me)
Disgusted
The western jungles so swelling with sin.
My distaste towards them comes deep from within.
One could not know the horrors that are hidden.
My hope for the future dwindles with each passing day.
Sometimes I turn on the tube and see nothing but death.
Destruction and depression tear at my heart.
The sadness I feel can not be described with words.
Nobody really knows if tomorrow will be different.
The other day I turned on the T.V.
A 12-year-old girl was murdered in a library.
A place of knowledge has now become a crime scene.
With much disgust I turned it off and prayed.
That night I prayed for the little girl's soul.
I wanted to know what she'd done to deserve that.
Why was the innocent murdered for no reason?
What purpose was served in the shedding of her blood?
Tonight the time reads ten twenty three.
As I flip through the channels I see nothing but vanity.
I see annorexic women selling make up and diamonds.
I see the "beautiful" people promoting cigarettes and alcohol.
The people we look up to are so blunderingly blind.
Every move they make is followed by every child's eye.
This sickens me so much to the point of almost vomitting.
How could these people not know that children want to be like them?
And everyday on the television I hear about the war in Iraq.
More of our people are dying, needlessly dare I say.
How dare we police the world with deadly force if needed.
Then turn around and say that we want peace with the East.
I turn to our elected officials for some comfort and security.
But all that I hear is what I've heard before.
I get so frustrated that I throw my hands into the air.
"They've claimed Jihad on us...So now we are at war!"
Why can't these chess pawns find their own purpose?
They should see for themselves that war is not right.
Uncle Sam doesn't want you and he doesn't want us.
Don't take up arms and refuse to fight.
The generations before us have messed everything up.
We are the last hope of this world of ours.
If no one else will start, then I'll take the first step.
I'll unclench my fist and outstretch my hands.....
by: Jon-Michael Lehman (aka me)