Speak to Society

On the highway, the autumn grain in breeze

inside the factory a whistle blows

we live inside cubicles we call our own,

city streets flow with opportune soul.

Inside the classroom the children open their eyes

to listen, to understand, to wonder,

is there a life outside our innocent comfort zone,

or is deception an early indicator.

We elect officials, names drawn in the sand,

we imagine no rhyme or posture to fit

our current state of mind, easily drawn by vice,

our lives truly dangling in the balance.

When life becomes a question asking conclusion

are we meant to only ask for comfort meds.

Every waking day we challenge a new scenario

without our hopes and dreams we haven’t

anywhere to go!