i've been coasting,
aimlessly floating.
i have everything i need
and that fact has relieved
me of that drive
on which i used to thrive.
where will i find my motivation?
who will be my inspritation?
it will come from within
and now i begin
to think for the first time,
spurred on by this rhyme.
i've jumped through the hoops
but i now seem out of the loop.
if i am able to succeed
i just dont feel the need.
i believe in something new
something i hold to be true.
it is the spirit of humanity
caught up in its next calamity.
i want to see, feel, hear real life
with its catastrophe and strife
why do i sit here and contemplate
when the world is in such a state?
take me to the dying child,
let it make me wild
so that one voice
can make a choice
to mobilise the troops
and gather the groups.
take me to the dying animal
that we devour like hannibal.
the endangered species
we treat like faeces.
the spirit of humanity
gives in to its latest vanity.
but please don't put me in an ivory tower
from which i will point and glower.
what good am i there?
what use is my glare?
how can i ever philosophise,
go to great lengths to surmise,
when i have not been in the thick of it
and witnessed those vast amounts of shit?
Claudia Fitzgerald
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/actions-speak-louder-than-words/
