Is there more There must be more Than all these little things people are dying for Less why isn’t there less Of this pride and greed You think you need All taking and no giving Is this really what’s called living? Do your consciences not weep? When you consume a fellow man And Label him as damned For your children don’t you cry? When everything you tell them is a lie? You give nothing chance to grow Just blame someone else and say it isn’t so All these Little distractions everywhere Their just motions no one cares So why do you go on to pretend That It all matters in the end What happened to our sense of right and wrong? Maybe we were selfish all along Or just too ignorant to see The rotting underneath our feet In our minds and in our souls Or in the little rotting trees It’s such a mystery How they hold on to dear life Lain forgotten right in sight One can only hope One day we’ll stop and see Lend a helping hand And put an end to misery So they won’t have to live In a world with nothing left to give Maybe they’d even here them speak In a voice that sounds so weak Is it worth it? Is it worth it? What you’re living for
Even i think soo many times is there anything more ?? To an extent i feel its a choice... some choose to look only at things near and some want to reach out...look beyond ...to me its a choice !! Anyways a very nicely placed poetry ...one can sense the feeling of "i dont know, im not sure" in the entire read. I liked it