(84-54 BC / Verona, Gaul)

Problems

Society goes on about all of this drama
For fame money attention but don't aim to fix the problem
Using god as an excuse to get views on YouTube
What happened to this what happened to people?
Blind by a want that can never be satisfying
Like a monster that keeps you up all night crying
We all want bling gold or a house on the rocks
But is it your dream? Is it really what you want
People live in the past and talk about what they want in the future
Don't get me wrong wanting isn't bad but like nursing rhymes say
Be careful what you wish for
Sometimes I believe two year olds could run the world better then adults
Look at the chaos look at the blood tears look at the results
Like that test you get as school that reads 62 percent
Like society is now 1999 and down the drain it went,
To another set of people another generation
Now I keep talking bout the negative sides
The murder stealing and lies
But darkness came first then light
There is or was a society that did it right
But I guess forever is a word that should be extinct
Because anything that has a heartbeat is on the brink,
Of ending or being finished
But this society doesn't have to die to be changed
Just need to have our eyes opened rearranged
But is society the problem for this hate game?
Is it you me the media who gets the blame
I use society because it puts the label on everyone
What they all do go or what they've done
This wasn't supposed to be some kind of lecture
Just an attempt to open the eyes of modern culture

-Christian B-

I wrote those because I hear people getting beaten to death while others just watch and girls get raped and

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Comments (2)

Beautiful love poem, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned from the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Gaius. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
V. ad Lesbiam VIVAMUS mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum seueriorum omnes unius aestimemus assis! soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum. dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus inuidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.