Just words

Ecclesiastes 1:9 

What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.

 

Drying ink on my pen – where is the inspiration?

Flowing words disappeared like dreams of yesterday

Even the word “when” seems future’s qualification

As depravity smears the beauty of today

 

Where now is purity? When is the serene light?

Why is faded grey regularly imitating white?

Why does a minority always want to fight?

Where is time to play when fighting seems right?

 

Where is youth’s glitter when all seemed possible?

Unquenched expectations glowing from kid’s eyes

Adults turn to litter close to a self-indescribable

Through selfish ambition to only love their “my’s”

 

Jan Wienen 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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