Who are we now?

[Chanz]

This poem is about my group, and what's become of us

 

 

 

Why do we do the things that we do?

Some people do it because they can,

And others...because of you.

 

I don't recognise us anymore,

We've all turned into monsters,

We have taken advantage of the fact that we are NOT poor.

 

We hunger power and money,

We become greedy for no reason,

As long as, next to us is our sweet honey.

 

Two years ago we'd never do this, not even in a dream,

Some say we've grown up- matured,

But mature is not drinking a can of Jim Beam!

 

Nor is it, sneaking out every night,

Just to have a fag,

Then getting into a street fight.

 

I don't like the people we've become,

I'd give up everything I now have,

I hate feeling this numb............

[Salinye]

*hugs Chanz*

 

I admire you Chanz. Looking in the mirror is always hard. Putting what you see into words without denial even harder. Changing what you see the hardest yet, but the most worthwhile.

 

You have my praise for more than the poem, my friend.

 

~Salinye

[Justin Silverblade]

 

(Salinye stole the thoughts I had and made them sound much better than I could have said them, so I'll just smile).

 

Thanks for sharing.

 

- Justin

[Peredhil]

That's really well done.

It's so hard NOT to be affected by the company one keeps - which makes the hard choices of with whom to associate so important.

Even if one disagrees and just keeps silent - it does something to their thinking.

 

I really like the line:

Some people do it because they can,

And others...because of you.

When I first read it, I thought (as programmed by my culture) "How romantic!" That thought was chased away almost immediately by 22 years of experiences with, "How potentially codependent, what a burden to put responsibility for YOUR choices on someone else."

 

I really didn't want to think tonight - but you kick-started my brain.

Quite an accomplishment...

 

-An Ancient rambling Peredhil