We Have Lived
It seems it was but a moment ago
that we were born and grew into the world
and yet ... there is a history here
revealing all we have heard and seen,
learned and sadly, unlearned.
It is a history for a moment in time
lapsed in our memories, forgotten to sleep in our dreams
swayed and dismantled by our progression
daunted by power, greed and the inhumanity that rises within us.
We have lived
remembering the aftermath of a Great World War
the rise and fall of tyrants and dictators
alluring us with false promises and lies.
We have lived
to see the heroes and heroines who spoke then silenced
of humanity filled with hopes and dreams and promises
for change, to be better than who we were.
We have lived
to hear the voices crying in the wilderness
only to close them out, shut them down
silence their realities in lieu of our own want and need.
We have lived
to taste the power of money and its greed
to own and hold tight to things, possessions
rather than dreams, the people around us.
We have lived
to touch the glitter of golden and silver-tongued liars
that taunt and tease us into thinking only of ourselves
living above, beyond, better than the rest of the world.
We have lived
to know and inhale the smell of more, its sweet aromas
when more is too little, too much, too near, too far
from the innocence in which we were born.
Is this then the future, the modern, enlightened mankind?
Still succumbing to the slavery of sex, drugs and lies
forget the rock and roll, the music is
more haunting, blinding, deafening, dulling who we were.
We have lived
but what does it mean
to truly live, to be alive
and lived well?
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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