What have we done
what have we become
we have made a world of nothingness
out of power and greed
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Hi Dave, I agree, but the love for my late wife, Tina, has only got stronger.
Deeply envisioned. A great poem I like most. Thanks for posting.
Very nicely envisioned. A great poem I like most. Thanks for posting.
This ought to certainly get us all to stop and think of our journey so far. I definitely did. Thank you
You struck deep with this one! Love indeed is a fading fantasy
A hardhitting reality poem, u put it in poetic words sincerely in a soulsearching way! Rapacity and greed, all ills of money. I tink barter trade was beta in some ways. Kudos. Great to read u again.
This a powerful poem with a powerful message. The Truth is Truth, and it cannot be anything else; and this poem communicates it as it should.
This is the type of poem that takes no prisoners. It is blunt, direct, undecorated by imagery. It tells the truth. And if a reader resists such a truth, that is part of the problem. The title is very important for your message - the verb become means this reality was shaped over time, and we did nothing to stop it when we could, and now possibility has hardened into reality. I'm not going to second guess you by offering objections to your conclusion. What your poem asks for is not words but actions!
By 'rest of us' I meant those not infected by power, greed and money. You've added to the ocean with your poem.
Power, greed and money do seem to rule the world. Thank you for this honest, hard hitting poem. Hopefully droplets of kindness from the rest of us will form a vast ocean for us to sail upon.
Profound is the conclusion. Power and greed rule the roost. Hope we realize this and live this life.
Yes, though harsh to hear but very true, our unending greed and desires had put us nowhere in deed.
It's a perfect truth. All made by laws and money.And we are looking for somethinp really natural.
Grim but so very true Dave. Money comes before people in this sad old world.
Love is a fading fantasy as money becomes everything no honour no love loyalty just a name Great lines! Very much the truth. Well said!
Excellent poetic work. Beautiful Poem. 'Love is a fading fantasy...' I like this poem. Love it.