Wrong
By: Posey Gilbert

So sleek so fleet so "athleteek",
You skirt the homeless at your feet.
While rushing down these manic streets,
you eyes there eyes will never meet.
Could it be the furs and jewels you wear,
clash midst disheveled looks and despondent stares,
or could it be you just can't care,
for you got yours let them get theirs?

Its wrong, and you know that it is wrong.
So long has this wrong been going on, so long.
Its wrong, and we know that it is wrong.
So long has this wrong been going on, so long.

Our politicians now pretend,
not to really comprehend,
all off the things we see happening,
the death of sky and sea and land.
They fain in posses heartfelt grieving,
then with shimmering eyes wet with sly weeping,
they disinform the misbelieving
with smile and lie on lips deceiving.

It's wrong, and they know that it is wrong.
Too long has this wrong been going on, too long.
It's wrong, and we know that it is wrong.
Too long has this wrong been going on, too long.

Don't cloud your eyes with the look of not seeing,
put down that paper you know your not reading,
this parade of shame you see proceeding,
will through your door one day come reaching.
for fates and destinies do combine,
to spin that shinning web so fine.
My fate is yours as is yours mine,
when those silvery strands unwind.

It's wrong and we know that it is wrong.
How long has this wrong been going on?
Too long!
It's wrong and we know that it is wrong.
How long will this wrong keep going on?
Not long, not long.

Posey's Poems