What's the point...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on May 03, 2018

"Is there really a need for...Thus, Thee, and Thou?
I don't see the sense in ...when? where? or how?
Who cares if you're...born, live, or die?
Who hears when you...breathe, laugh, or cry?
What's the reason for...then, here, and now?
Don't you dare tell me to...kneel, beg, or bow!
All controlled by computer, iPad, and phone,
is it hard to believe, that there is no shame....just being alone?
Who gives a shit!..when you're sick, sad, and down on your luck?
Tell me, does anyone out there....honestly...........really give a fuck?!!!....

 

Tags: Sad, Anger, Depressing, Confused, Deep,

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Frank Hornby . commented on May 03, 2018 at 11:39am
...just a recent sad observation on modern society......
A previous user commented on May 07, 2018 at 7:55pm
nope, nobody really cares about anyone anymore. they all want to feed the social dominance beast within them. Don't worry though. Humanity does have hope. We just have to stop selling self esteem and start building it ;)
Frank Hornby . commented on May 08, 2018 at 7:59am
.....totally agree......
Frank Hornby . commented on May 08, 2018 at 8:00am
..thanks for your comment Mr Slow...........✌🏻
R.T. Aquinas commented on Sep 11, 2018 at 9:54am
It certainly feels that no-one cares anymore. But hopefully, that will be rectified.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 03, 2019 at 8:34pm
Yeah Rhys....I suppose everyone has to live in hope........👍🏻
ann parks commented on Dec 11, 2020 at 12:54am
I do Frank......great poem as usual
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 11, 2020 at 1:35pm
So do I really....it was the mood I was in at the time...☹️...Thanks for your nice comment Ann....(sorry for the swear word)....😃..

 

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