Anthropological annihilation

Lost in a world of chaos and despair All hope is gone, no one seems to care We've reached the brink, there's no turning back Our fate is sealed, we're on the brink of attack We need to find an alien race To teach us how to save our place Our only hope is up in space We need their help to win this race The human race is facing certain doom We can't survive on our own, we need more room We need to learn to travel through the stars And find our place among the cosmic bars We need to find an alien race To teach us how to save our place Our only hope is up in space We need their help to win this race We need to seek out the unknown And learn from those who've already grown We need to find a new home And make our future our own We need to find an alien race To teach us how to save our place Our only hope is up in space We need their help to win this race We'll fight until the end And we'll never give in With our new friends in tow We'll take on the universe and never let go

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Reviews are much scarcer here lately. Lots of views and few reviews, Everyone is experiencing that.
I actually agree with the sentiment here. And I imagine even many who have read this, and over a hundred are many, found it to be poem.
Have to disagree with a previous review. I don't feel this is written for only the poet who wrote it...it is a plea that comes into play for all of us with the state of the world these days. It might take an alien race to save us.
j.

[JayG]

• Poem? Who said it was a poem.

You did, by placing it into the category where people will open it expecting poetry.

And you need to look into punctuation. When you ask a question, it gets a question mark.

• The closest category was poem

So, you lied.

In your 22 postings since I commented, there have been exactly 2 people who were moved to comment. That pretty much says it all. And a check shows that the majority of them are what are often called Dismal Damsel poetry, loaded with lines like

“Lost in a world of chaos and despair All hope is gone, no one seems to care “

In other words your overarching theme is “Poor me...pity me...woe is me...life sucks.”

Not much market for that sentiment, though.

• Ain't no rules man.

And THAT explains why there are so few comments. People have been improving the skills of writing forever. And every book you’ve chosen, since you learned the “rules” of reading, has been created with those skills—the skills and techniques you mistakenly call rules.

In the end, someone you don’t know took time they didn’t have to give you, to point out how you can become better at moving the ideas in your head to that of the reader. Your response? To lash out. But had I praised the piece you’d have accepted that without hesitation or question.

Bottom line: either learn the basics of what you’re trying to do or post a “praise only, please,” notice.