Isn't it Funny?
by Trevor Carter
Humanity has lost its way,
Working too much through night and day.
With no time left for birds and trees,
Or whispers heard on the breeze.
No time for Sol’s light of life,
Every moment filled with stress and strife.
Too concerned with fame or money,
Isn’t it funny?
Worried more for ourselves than another,
Rising up stepping on each other.
Killing the world we call home,
As if there’s more to freely roam.
No love or care for children’s lives,
Only turning blinded eyes.
Too concerned with guns and money,
Isn’t it funny?
Our species isn’t terribly bright,
We’ve lost our sense of wrong and right.
Seeking only the next amenity,
To elevate status in our failed society.
Selling our souls for another dime,
Pissing away our precious time.
All in the search for a bit more money,
Isn’t it funny?
Working too much through night and day.
With no time left for birds and trees,
Or whispers heard on the breeze.
No time for Sol’s light of life,
Every moment filled with stress and strife.
Too concerned with fame or money,
Isn’t it funny?
Worried more for ourselves than another,
Rising up stepping on each other.
Killing the world we call home,
As if there’s more to freely roam.
No love or care for children’s lives,
Only turning blinded eyes.
Too concerned with guns and money,
Isn’t it funny?
Our species isn’t terribly bright,
We’ve lost our sense of wrong and right.
Seeking only the next amenity,
To elevate status in our failed society.
Selling our souls for another dime,
Pissing away our precious time.
All in the search for a bit more money,
Isn’t it funny?
Trevor Carter is a poet and fiction writer who resides in Iowa with his fiancé and their young son. His poetry focuses on societal ills and the darker side of life. He hopes to make people think and feel in a profound way through accessible and relatable language.