The face of kindness gazes back at me
through layers of glass.
Each layer is a year gone…
Cloudier and cloudier than the one before.
~*~
My optimism has faded,
My society no longer says I can be anything,
or do anything…
…that dedication and innovation are the answers.
~*~
This culture…
hallowed to the bone,
raided, beat down… sorrowful where hope used to be.
~*~
What do the children have to look forward to?
We used to think social progress, at least…
but that was stabbed in the back,
right before breaking another finish line.
~*~
They see what we see,
which is nothing right.
They hear what we hear,
which is everything wrong.
~*~
O face of kindness, why did we forsake you?
Attacks breed more attacks…
then even from the kind-hearted.
And none of those can bring you back.
~*~
I see you slipping away…
no longer able to see you, as glass piles up upon glass…
as fogginess fogs the fogginess further.
We weep for you — our dishonored, disowned, and disappeared kind society.
About the Creator
Gabriel B. Shames
I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!
Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️
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