Sorciere Posted August 31, 2003 Report Posted August 31, 2003 To judge the man with deep regret Before to know the toil he's met To watch the tears of widows fall When I, myself avoid the call To read of wars and damage done Yet still complain when having fun To cry of meals served 'not quite right' While thousands die in bloody fight To polish trophies on my shelf To complain of lack of wealth When children die from falling ill They can't afford the saving pill To dance upon my own free land No care for battles in the sand To discard food I cannot eat While passing beggars on the street To whine because my shoes are tight Ignoring those with their own plight This is the man I always see This is the man I cannot be Give me strength to do things right Lest I become dark as the night
Parmenion Posted August 31, 2003 Report Posted August 31, 2003 I think this lends some good insights into the way some people think. It is a remarkable contrast of conscience battling the things we would take for granted and perhaps do on a daily basis with little or no thought at all. That is why this poem I think has a very important message for us all about taking certain things for granted or even unconciously. We should all take some time every now and then to reflect a little on how easy we actually have it sometimes. The only critical point I would make is that these lines broke the flow for me: To polish trophies on my shelf To complain of lack of wealth My humble suggestion.... Can't protest about my health, Yet complain of lack of wealth, Good work hun.
Sorciere Posted September 1, 2003 Author Report Posted September 1, 2003 I agree with you about those two lines, although my head can't put your suggestion in there either for some reason, hmmm how about...... I complain about my lack of wealth As I place trinkets on my shelf or maybe something else, so many possibilites hehe ok we hate that, so this is the new couplet..... I complain of hardship to myself As I place my trinkets on the shelf yeh!
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