Soapbox 1

Soapbox 1

I do not want to know

the future we’re creating.

“Morals” is a strange word,

a concept quickly fading.

If we look inside ourselves,

I know what we would see,

a billion private hells

and scared uncertainty.

We lack the strength, the courage,

the bold hope we need,

to make a worthy stand

to stop the growth of greed.

Instant gratification

is how it is these days.

Our conscience is all but covered up

by a numbing, congealing haze.

All of life has yet to be damaged

by this lecherous and baneful muck.

And that my friend, dare you be

is where we are in luck.

For in everyone there is some Good,

and in some, that Good is what is most.

Good can heal, Good can grow.

But Good needs you! as a host.