Little Minds

poem by: JG Collins
Written on Jan 10, 2018

Look 
into their 
eyes.
Eager,
wanting to
know.
Wanting
to know
 what
they got
themselves 
into.
Fresh faces,
years before 
the first
wrinkle.
Blank slates
hanging on
our every 
word.
Each time, 
a clean
slate 
pregnant 
with
potential.
Each time,
A new
opportunity.
Each time, 
we 
let them down.
We
let them 
down by
filling them
up with 
our superstitions,
our fears,
our prejudice,
our ignorance.
Each time,
we 
hand them
to the
future 
shackled,
blinded.
Each time
we
must
do
better.
Humanities 
future 
depends
on it.

 

Tags: Inspirational,

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Christopher Russon commented on Jan 10, 2018 at 4:27pm
Awesome poem love it.

 

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