Analysis of Insight



Insight blessed to have and know,
Is worthy to keep nourishing...
The growth of it and share.
Although be prepared,
For many not to be aware...
Of what having insight means.
Or value common sense to use,
To achieve reaching a conclusion.
That those to have insight,
Are often accused of making stuff up.
Until truth punches fiction in the gut.
Below the belt.
And everywhere else.
Including denying lieing eyes.
Leaving those facing reality to hear heard say,
They knew all the time...
What for them was coming.
But the ones conscious with open minds,
Made no suggestions or recommendations.
Yet spoke as if their statements had been,
More than opinions given.
To take or ignore.
Or remain exploring the possibilities,
Of the same repeated activities.
Expecting new and different as a result!

And...
This to believe or not,
Has left many to wonder why...
A dollar to spend it,
Will not accumulate more of it to save.
If one's debts to owe,
Continues to be credited to borrowed loans.
Regardless who is convinced to believe,
Money comes from leaves off trees.
And not made into paper.
Once known as wood cut from a tree.
That same tree miraculously surviving,
Through greed, climate change and stupidity.
Contributed by a humanity living to argue,
Over ethnic diversity, bigotry and division.

While worshipping to value credit scores.
In a plastic to prioritize waste as a culture.
Based upon appearances, impressions made.
And pretensions kept to charade a faking.

'But...
Isn't this who we are as a democratic society?'

Of course.
Why ask such an obvious question?

'You seem to scrutinized our way of life,
With such negative, pessimistic insight.'

What is observe to witness,
Is neither delusional nor can be denied.

'Correction.
If the majority chooses denial as a way of life,
Who is it given the authority...
To disbelieve what appears to be seen?
And then have it perceived the truth to fiction,
Is their right to turn down what had been up!'

Okay.
You won that round.
Now...
When mistakes admitted comes to pass.
And everyone is in a forgiving,
Kissing of lips and aspiration disposition?
Who then will be left to blame?

'Blame?
Blame for what?'

For teaching the values of common sense.
To the found to discover mindless.
Whose only interests are pleasure,
Quick to satisfy 3 minutes of sex.
Then to seek something next to do.
Because the ease of being bored,
For many...
Has become an expectation!
Made the law of the land.

'What kind of future is that to have?'

Apparently none without insight.
And none without insight is no future to have.
Minds restricted to limits,
Have already begun to dim.
Notice the darkness,
In decisions made these days.

Children.
Our very own children,
Are being groomed and raised...
To accept and believe,
Expressing disrespect to anyone...
Is a badge of honor.
With proud parents,
Teaching to encourage this mindset.

To wonder...
Where have all the legit teachers gone!
With assuming them not qualified or fit,
To babysit both parents and kids...
Fighting amongst themselves.
In one classroom.
Deserving the B.S. they get to receive.


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Poetic Form
Metre 111101 11011100 011101 1101 11011101 111011 11010111 101100010 11111 1100111011 0111010001 0101 0101 01001011 10110101111 11101 111110 101101101 1101010010 111111011 1101010 11101 10101000100 1010100100 010101001001 0 110111 11101101 010111 1101011111 11111 01011100111 0101101101 1011111 0110110 11111101 11101000010 1110100100 010010010010110 101001001000010 1100110101 0010101011010 10101000101 00101101010 1 101111100100100 11 111110010 1111010111 111000101 1101110 110010011101 010 1001001001010111 1111000100 1001101111 01110101110 1111111111 1 1111 1 101010111 010100010 10110010010 1111111 1 111 1100101101 101101010 11010110 11101011 11110111 01011101 110 1011010 101101 111101111 01001011 01011111011 1010110 10100111 10010 0010111 10 1010110 110101 101001 01001110 101110 1110 10101011 110 111010101 1010111011 110011001 100101 011 0100111101
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 3,088
Words 634
Sentences 73
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 25, 15, 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 6, 7, 2, 9, 1, 6, 8, 7
Lines Amount 98
Letters per line (avg) 25
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 161
Words per stanza (avg) 35
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Written on May 16, 2023

Submitted by lpahtillah on May 16, 2023

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