WHY FOR A HUNDRED TIMES OVER by Mark MaxeyWhy do we seek so much glory
in a land so full of the breaking news
we want to paint ourselves up
and play a game to impress no one
and when it’s said and done
there is always more said than done
we all identify with the 60’s
and remark on the message it shed
but we seem to be in love with this mystique
and not ever live out those dreams
too many young men and women
are coming home in a pine box
we talk of social ills we want to overcome
but we seem to stand on the soap box
when others are dying in the streets
it only takes a spark to get a fire going
and it takes an outreached hand to lift someone up
we need to just stop…and look around
and see what a difference we can make
and begin to do something about it
some say they aren’t in it for fame
some say they want to make people see
the hope that there is for the world around them
but it’s always words
and never some action
why for a hundred times over
when it only takes a stand
or a reach out to make amends
I say lets do something about
and make our lives worth every second
and put it all behind us
and move on to a new ground
why for a hundred times over
03/03/2005 Posted on 03/04/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 03/04/05 at 03:20 AM very humbling piece my friend ~ very humbling ~ great write as usual |
Posted by Sarah Graves on 03/04/05 at 03:31 AM What a powerful piece here, full of humanity and the downfalls of this world we live in.. the choices this country makes, the voices unheard.. Really great work.. |
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