Where Are The Human Beings?
They just don’t see with their heart.
Somehow the center has been cut out.
An oil well pumping crude oil.
A black, cold, wet pit they understand.
A fat bank account is what matters.
Their hearts are black holes pumping crude oil.
They are all for outdoing each other
with all their money can buy.
When money springs, corruption sings.
My eyes see these things.
Where are the human beings?
by Bonnie Gail Carter
This poem is in my book of poems at createspace and the Kindle Book is at
Amazon.com and Barnes & Nobel.
All proceeds from the book is going toward my goal to
Help The Forgotten Children in an Orphanage here in the US.
I was one of them!
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