Unchanged Societies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Eons of ages stepped over in centuries annals describing an entire phase of life called renaissance.
Created by personal histories of individuals living life in each own's time.
Doing whatever came natural and easy was done willingly without remorse.
So many pages left unwritten because not everyone could write.
Total anguish, depression, solitude, questionable faith, was lived by many in personal hell's without anyone having a clue about what was happening.
It sounds like our world today, alone, isolated individuals without a voice to be heard.
Why? Because no one cares and life is lived without any of us on a daily basis.
Many of the same problems saddle our society today, haven't we learned anything?
A majority may have, but they keep silent, hoping things will improve somehow on their own.
People with money jangle it around in banks and real estate, profiting from change normal people live on from their pockets.
Changes may never come about, for those with money choose to let others suffer and offer no help unless it benefits themselves.
Alternatives never being offered by those who could - if they chose -
help turn all life around.