Category: Activism

Poems that encourage you to think.

The Insanity Of Man

              The Insanity Of Man

The desolation was unbelievable.

To look at a city hit by a  nuclear bomb.

Anything left standing was inconceivable.

Total annihilation before the calm.

Anything of value was unretrievable.

A coating of gray covered it all.

Death in the ultimate sense.

One of the most horrible things I saw

were human bones tangled in a fence.

Nothing moved. The dust slightly stirred.

Tossed about by the dry endless wind.

Then I swore there was moaning I heard.

Cries of the dead from this unspeakable sin.

Time has passed but, almost no change here.

A scar on the earth, a reminder for man.

This is something to always fear.

Never do this again to the land.

How did it ever happen before?

How could one country think that way?

Did they run in when Satan opened the door?

There is no justification that they could say.

Man is a slow learner in the school of hard knocks.

History should teach him to change his ways.

Instead they try to bluff, bully,  and out fox

their so called ‘enemy’ in every way.

I don’t want to see the day when it happens again.

Next time on a world wide scale, I say.

That will  be the end of man’s peaceful pretend.

Man will be a figment of the imagination

to those who look upon the ruined earth.

They will wonder with fascination.

If a race does this what were they really worth?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Rainy Day Thoughts

       Rainy Day Thoughts

It is raining all around.

It really makes a pretty sound.

It hasn’t rained in a long time.

3 years of drought isn’t kind.

Things have gotten pretty dry.

Forrest fires have gone awry.

I decided to take a walk.

A walk in the rain. Time for thought.

There must be something we can do.

As a human race to defeat the flu.

Ebola is spreading by leaps and bounds.

No solution seems to be found.

Crime and violence is on the raise.

Financial institutions surmise

that a financial crash may happen.

What will that do to our faction?

Things will go to hell in a hand basket.

Robbery will become a daily habit.

Enough about depressing thoughts.

I look at the present I had bought.

A surprise for my wife’s soon birthday.

She celebrates it more than Earth Day.

We have a lot of happy things planned.

Yes, troubling things are at hand.

But, with the ones we love near,

one thing stands out very clear.

Praise the Lord for the rain for the parched land.

And praise the Lord for the loved ones at hand.

They can make a depressing day happy.

I love it when my kids call me Pappy.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

The Big “S”

 

                  The Big “S”

Since I was a kid my Pop would say.

“Son,— do it the ‘American way’.”

I worked hard while going to school.

What else could an American do?

I saved my nickels and my dimes.

Always made it to school on time.

Off to college to learn a trade.

I had no time for getting laid.

Worked my fingers down to the bone.

With school & work, I was rarely home.

Finally, all my schooling was done.

No, I didn’t have time for a little fun.

Got a career job and worked like hell.

It was myself I had to sell.

Worked two jobs, sometimes three.

Invested the money, as you can see.

Kept my nose to the grindstone.

Worked lots of overtime. Never home.

Started buying houses & renting them out.

I needed more money. No time to pout.

After years of busting my balls.

I had reached my goal. Retirement calls.

I lived my life the ‘American way’.

I made a mint for the retirement day.

Then the government took it all.

The big “S” was Obama’s call.

Socialism is what it is called.

Kiss off the retirement. When you’re too old,

no longer productive, I’ve been told.

Then Socialism casts you aside.

There is no where you can hide.

Home will be a cardboard box.

Eating discarded food before it rots.

But, that’s o.k. I can say.

I did it the ‘American way’.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)