IT DOESN'T MATTER

IT DOESN'T MATTER

My soul filled with apathy,
No passion can rise within
Death and destruction all around
Yet another day will soon begin.

It doesn't matter that the world
Doesn't survive our greed and hate;
Death cannot be the worst
Of all the human frailties and fate.

It doesn't matter to me at all,
Let wars rage on while I try
To survive and earn my daily bread
So that I, myself, won't die.

Countrymom
3/7/04

Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry and Win Contest
Prompt Words: apathy, passion, death

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