Some cry climate change
Other's say they're deranged.
As the conflict evolves
All our lives are involved.
Who's right or who's wrong?
What's the difference?
What's the true future view,
Is there more we can do,
Before we become past tense?
We ask what, what of our children?
As they grow and we show them a future with no guarantees.
What, what of our children?
Why do they have to pay for our past generations' misdeeds?
There's so much confusion
Over lies and collusion.
Years teaching them right
Lessons lost overnight.
They see others lie with impunity.
What's wrong becomes right
Simply blow out the light
Darkness perverts civility
We ask what, what of our children?
As they grow and we show them a future with no guarantees.
What, what of our children?
Why do they have to pay for our past generations' misdeeds?
No! What of our children?
What? Why do you lie?
True science deny?
What of our children?
What? Why do you fight!
Wrong becomes right?
What of our children?
What? Why do you hate?
It's almost too late!
What of our children?
What of our children?
What of our...
What of...
What...
?
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4/21/2019
Poetry form: Lyric
Inspiration for this poem came from Hell is For Children, sung by Pat Benatar.
Songwriters: Neil Giraldo | Patricia Benatar | Roger Capps | 1980 First Release
© 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
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Lyric Poetry
PoetryLyric poetry can be highly musical, and is usually the private expression of emotion by a single speaker. My lyric poetry consists of little scribbles and echoes of life.
