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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #1954240
Someone told me the other day that we, humans just don't care.

-We Don’t Care-
by
Keaton Foster

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We don’t care
Standing here
Naked and exposed
Knowing everything
Of our life’s role
We will never refuse any of it
Even at the price of our doom
God has blessed us
Of course such a blessing
Has been hidden from us
We don’t know
We are confused kids
In a proverbial candy store
We can look all that we want
But we have no teeth to eat
There are other shoppers
Humans unburdened
They have vicious sets of chompers
Consuming everything in sight
Their guts, quickly become overstuffed
When such gluttony is done
They will indeed have
One hell of a stomach ache
Being so inclined
We will offer first aid
Nursing them back to health
A good deed to go unnoticed
Most of all by every one of them
Persistence is like a straight stick
Time and again it must be bent
Force applied is the only known variable
That can change something unchangeable
But fear nothing of such risk
The stick will always return
To the trueness of its state
We don’t care
An illusion set to fear
While in fact
We care above and beyond all
Knowing the path and walking it
Are two completely different concepts
Every truth will stand like a mountain
Every lie will sink like an ocean
Between heaven and hell
Is and has only ever been
About one thing
Our existence
We don’t care
Something said to sound tough
When in fact we are weakest of all
So weak that in time even those
Stronger than we could ever hope to be
Turn to us for some sort of help
We teach them humility
We teach them causality
We teach them that there is a difference
But such lessons are often wasted
We know it and again
We don’t care…




We Don’t Care
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013

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