Slaves To Time

How many days are there, in our all consuming weeks
Not enough, too many, perhaps we need a little tweak
For people that slave hard, days don’t require a name
There just continuities of time, without a rhyme or aim

Earth just keeps spinning, and reality couldn’t care less 
Moon hangs on in there, apparently not out of interest 
Sun is a big magnet, holding our solar system together 
Milky Way spirals a black hole, without any given effort 

Life the only interested party, stands watching the clock 
Remainder of the universe, doesn’t bother taking stock 
God on the other hand, sees everything happen at once 
Satan can pop up anytime, conjuring his cunning stunts 

Ridiculous as this seems, our reality is the human mind 
All is relative to the observer, good, bad, average, kind 
Time’s definitely the driver, of linear inexorable wonder
Without its fatal effect, we’re dead in perpetual slumber 

So how do we tweak our days, make them work in favor 
Stop bearing progeny into poverty, for fodder and labor 
My dog has it better, I’m disgusted to be brutally honest 
The absolute insanity, unfeasible populations among us

This cycle must be broken, everyone deserving of a bite
Why do you bear ten children, unable to afford them life
Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five, a year 
Scavenging for tomorrow, furthering their slavery career 


By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Leffanta Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 12:10 PM
I just finished researching an illegitimate child who fathered ten children, but only one of them had a child, and that child died as a pauper child. As Adam Goodes said, "People do not need an handout, they need an hand up!" Well said! Aloha! Rico
Leffanta Avatar
May 5, 2021 at 11:11 AM
Compare the USA budgets for education versus the military . . ...Aloha! Rico
Kavanagh  Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 1:44 PM
Heya Rico, I understand what your saying, and it’s probably true for a lot of these unfortunates, but the populations are still growing exponentially in certain countries, handouts will never sort it out, only education and population controls can prevent the inevitable death and suffering, and offer them a life worth living, cheers David
Mchattie Avatar
May 3, 2021 at 5:59 PM
You have addressed some important issues. The answers are beyond my pay grade. Let's hope tomorrow is better than today. Have a great day.
Kavanagh  Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 1:59 AM
I also don’t have the answers David, other than the obvious, stop bearing children into poverty, exasperating the perpetual cycle of misery and child mortality, It’s up to their governments and religious leaders to try educate them to limit the amount of children per family, for the greater good of their countries, cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
May 3, 2021 at 4:32 PM
Me , me , me David Why oh why bear multiple children if you cant afford them . Unless you can afford them all a similar amount or your love is limitless . And no child gets left behind or feels a longing sense of feeling somehow unworthy or unloved. Love this David Respect great work
Kavanagh  Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 1:50 AM
And that is the imponderable question why bring children into abject poverty other than to use them for child labor, ie slavery, and if you had any love for life, you would not let it happen, cheers David
Poet Avatar
May 3, 2021 at 3:27 PM
Great poem, David, from the stars in the Milky Way to the family in the milk shop, the cycle of food we need for good health and nourishment, and the number of children we can truly feed, rather than 10 children starving to death while depending on the state or taxpayer money.
Kavanagh  Avatar
May 3, 2021 at 3:37 PM
It’s insane Lasaad, but even in third world countries, populations are huge and unsustainable, and yet they continue to bear huge families into a perpetual cycle of poverty and death, It’s not the children’s fault, it’s their parents and so called governments, cheers David
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