Sometimes Red

SOMETIMES RED It happens when I see a little boy kick a kitten Or someone’s three-year-old children Having a tantrum in a supermarket And the parents doing nothing but watch it And I say to myself oh boy I reckon I could put that kid’s behavior right in a second With my hard right hand Or when I read of Bono flying his personal jet and Helicopter Into Zambia to witness at first-hand the demise Of lions, which he cares “so deeply” about (tearful eyes) Those conferences in Paris of heads of state talking About South America, with starvation and death stalking, Then adjourning to some palace for dinner and dance Or David Beckham giving a charity performance Appealing for the blind kids of Moscow, so “close to” his heart I don’t know why but whenever I see a politician or upstart Rich star offering to help some downtrodden I just feel this way and then I want to burst into sudden Laughter at the same time to control the feeling For who’s kidding who? These powerful rich “appealing” Figures could easily give a thousand times as much To their ”cause” without feeling the pinch or even a touch So I guess it’s their minimalism which gets me going I feel so…I don’t know….well it’s not the knowing But always the same feeling, and it makes me long To. . . . . at least the kids don’t clearly know right from wrong But these adult figures, well I just can’t get my head Around their attitudes and it always makes me see red. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ( Emotion is anger ) Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “Emote”