Sunday, January 13, 2008

Poem

Sex as if it is not private,
violence as if it is right.
Just because we have grown immune to it,
does not mean it is alright.

We watch willingly in horror;
actions most would never think to act.
But they are becoming more like a mirror,
and to them we are beginning to react.

Why do we surround ourselves
with what we know in our hearts is wrong?
To me works of the devil seem,
so prominent, so strong.

By Melissa Nelson

2 comments:

giggles_magee said...

this is very good melissa... i know you read it to me a while ago but i figured id leave you a little comment.... you have wonderful ideas .... the devil or im trying to use analogy.... is so strong within us today... though i am not a firm beleiver in heaven or hell.... we all make mistakes and noone is perfect... our world is focused on mainstream "what initially kool"... viloence, sex drugs wahtever we all have our own vices we need to rid of... but the only problem is denial and that we are understanding it ok...

great writing babe

cinnamoroll said...

your ideas are great! good poem :]