December 29, 2008
By Rowena Xia, Leawood, KS

They say we live in fortunate times.
We haven’t seen the worst of humanity,
A world our parents avoid to maintain our sanity.
We are lucky to be Americans, we’re told,
We need not fear discrimination,
We have equality in our nation.
We live on a beautiful, protected planet.
We have no problems in need of our worry,
Naïve and out-of-touch adults agree.

Yet we hear of those brutal leaders;
Those wars originating from hate.
We shudder at humanity’s fate.
Nature’s rages tear apart love while
We hear of crimes that are truly vile.
We hear of evil actions and the harshest of words,
And those who are still ancient about race.
There is still inequality and remembrance of war,
For reasons that chill our sense of fairness to its core.
Nature still begs for its freedom,
In the wicked clutch of our human-led kingdom.
We hear of eight in the Golden state, and
We wonder,
What do we really have?

I say we defeat our ignorance;
I say we stop our petty dramas
For there is much to be done.
Complicated situations,
Matters we should take into our hands,
And adjust what our conscience demands.
Then we would teach our next generations,
To continue our legacy.

The author's comments:
I have written this poem in the hopes of letting young people everywhere, especially teenagers be more active members in society. I hope people will realize that there are so many things we can do for the good of the whole world, and not just for ourselves. I hope my poem can let kindness and compassion be spread.

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Royxia said...
on Jan. 16 2009 at 3:19 am
I am really moved by your poem Rowena, it delivers a sincere hope and wish to the world. As what you wrote, we can really do more to make the world a better place, less discrimination, less disputes, less anger, more love , more caring and more harmony.

Artists use make-up stories to tell the truth of this world, to praise the real goodness of humanity. You are a little artist now!haha!:) Keep working dear Rowena!

Proud of you!


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