Imitations are limitations
Fireworks blind us
From a star-lit sky
Blood pumping music
Make our tempers roar high
In the midst of chaos
The melodious songbirds sing,
But are muted
By the endless din.
Cars honk;
people stomp,
Frustrated with their tired lives.
On every bit of gossip, we chomp
but the voices of the poor we fail to hear
The bright lights of the world are limitations.
They are just imitations.
They blind us from our selfishness
and the true beauty of selflessness.
We have ruined much of nature,
and don't bother to help a neighbor.
I wanna help and give and serve
but without actions and no nerve
I'm just as bad as any other.
I fail to help my sister and brother.
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Poem-A-Day Challenge Volume 2 - September 2017 Challenge
PoetryOur first Challenge of 2017 is to get as many Pubbers as possible to write a Poem a Day for every day in 2017. This is our second volume of the Poem-A-Day challenge. If you are up to the challenge, lets u...
