'What is to Become?'

Many questions I have, in a brain that is spinning. I sit and I wait, but they come back pending. Patience is tried, my serenity tested. I must not give up, nor must I be bested. This world concerns me, with all of the filth. You'd think we could fix it, with all of our wealth. I've come to conclude, that what's said is true. We cannot fix, what we try to elude. This world is falling, and seems we don't care. We see bad all around, but fix it, we don't dare. We drive Porsches and beamers, while baby's are dying. Who can help the needy, if no one is trying? What is to become, of a world without morale? Where did we go wrong, why did we throw in the towel? Copyright 2000 Written April 10th, 2000 © on Oct 19 2001 01:36 AM PST   10 • 0 • 12