These are our Tears

We live in a world of chauvinists
egotists
and selfish mad-men and women
of raw beauty
passion
endless wonders
too blind to see

We love in a world with less hope for tomorrow
more single
mixed
abandoned
children wishing-
yet totally despondent

We wish in a world
of yesterday
stuck in a black and white rerun
of something that existed
or maybe didn't
tangible, accessible
but lost

We want in a world
of disposable dreams
of fads too numerous to mention
to meaningless to remember
to cheap to hold onto
yet expensive enough
to exploit

We die in a world
that mourns our loss
complete with token tears,
for a predetermined period
then forgets
who we were
what we were

Time to change the cycle.