A Question of Agenda
Fear
Fear of yourself
Fear of the nameless faceless
Fear
If it wasn’t so divided
By wealth and poverty
Would it seem to need
Defending
Protecting the opulence
Thought to own
By a minority who have
And those who have; none
Live so in comfortable peace
While war is waged
In our name
To steal the resources
By which
All their luxury is made
In the agenda of scarcity
On the supermarket shelves
With all the waste that they create
Rob the food from out of the mouths
Of children starving to death
Dependence on a lie
The fear of losing
Everything
And like the beggars of the street
Sleep in the cold and wet
Seeking temporary shelter
Amid abundance
What good are we to each other
So divided
By money, status, religion and nationality
What good are we
While our global family
Is suffering
What good are we
When all we are
Just keeps on dieing
What use are we
When all we do is fear
And we are not evolving
What use are we
With all this technology
When we can’t or won’t
Or think it’s not our fault
When half the world goes hungry
Still by the names and the labels
We fit the agendas
And the divisions of quality control
Pegs the importance of position
In self aggrandisement
And say farewell to conscience
Better then
Their bellies empty
Than ours
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2011
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