We only see these things differently, <br /> <br />But we are watching them from same distance, <br /> <br />Some disregard yet others intently, <br /> <br />Most don’t mind, others wished to catch a glance. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We now value things with envy and lust, <br /> <br />We care, we say, but did we mind to call? <br /> <br />We think about things far ahead of us, <br /> <br />Are we mindful or are we just mind-full? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We create a null void within ourselves, <br /> <br />It has killed every child that once in you, <br /> <br />Forgot about the moon, fairies and elves, <br /> <br />Too worried on job and the rent is due. <br /> <br />We’re dying by stabbing with our own hands, <br /> <br />Why don’t we start feeding the twisted lands?<br /><br />Rommel Laride<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-twisted-lands/
