How To Survive The System Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Arguing the differences percieved during childhood: the freshness of youth and
silver time now, keep me pondering inconsistencies of things that has too long
hindered me exploring causes of numerous concerns:
political fuss about one's quality of life;
huge prices paid for souls for sale;
feaing losing that which not owned;
lack of concerns for the hungry and homeless.
the 'Nice Guys' sucking wealth from weak and high-minded alike
while,
preaching man-made morals and ethics
while,
rape, incest and all sorts of abuse-by the same minds of my times in the 40's when it was commonly thought that children had no sense or lasting memory-
by adults, lurks in disguised, amongst the vulnerable:
babies in cribs and children in their teens
while
holy adults relax silently in their high chairs, yet, all these are composition of the whole.

I'm shucking off this mess to draw from my muse and design a 'utopia' for my own delight:

A universe of love for the living, ill-treated, born and unborn
A universe born in and of love
A universe where freedom roams
A universe that preaches truth
A universe whose people, sometimes, suspend on despair, yet
knowing hope is their safety net,
A universe that accept wrongs to learn what's right
A universe that worship truth, not non-conforming facts
A universe that sees humanity instead of races and places
A universe that first creeps, crawls, then walks upright,




Through pain, sorrows, then death gladly part to begin a fresh start…