Poetry

And all the poets were dead or dying And the love for the world was slowly leaving Lennon, Frost, Morgan and Whitman, Their messages will be erased And where does this leave society? Without the quiet minds and lonely souls Who would often show us where to go? Where does this leave our decaying world? I fear that in the future, we will have no one To point out the error of our ways And in our technologically advanced world Well, common sense will soon be lost. If a computer says it’s so, then ah! It must be true! But if common sense were to object, it’s hidden away And shushed But isn’t that a punishment? For our minds to be locked up? We are not being liberated, With the advances being made, but we are slowly giving governments More insight to our minds. I have a great distrust Of the future generations Will they know who Cummings is? Or Burns? Will they know who wrote ‘Fire and Ice’? Or will poetry be shoved under the rug? I fear they will not know the love Of poetry that captures minds and hearts and souls I fear they will not understand The messages written in the ages Oh, future generations, Please do not let me down. Please keep our poets alive In your hearts and in your minds Please write your own and give poetry a voice.