I Am
Lucky as hell to have a rare great life.
I have to acknowledge it is a life built
on the backs of many living in strife.
People desperate to end, indeed, to halt
their own situations. Generations
of all races, willing and unwilling,
starving and dying, with gold illusions
of a life they might have. It is fitting.
The woman at the dry empty well who
will travel farther, diamond miner dead
from exhaustion, all will contribute to
the ones that come after. It is to be read
that we who have benefitted from their
efforts pay forward willingly our share.
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