I See

I see I see that kid in the corner of the orphanage with that pesky cleft lip that nobody wants to call theirs. I see his hope. His sorrow. His hatred. I see I see that poor woman down the street with that abusive husband that she never tells anyone about. I see her wishfulness. Her cuts and bruises. Her fear. I see I see that sad tree in the tropics with that blood-red X splashed across it waiting to be cut down. I see it's lost future. It's homeless would've-been residents. It's weakness. I see I see a world that needs to open their eyes. A world that has the choice to make a difference but chooses poorly. I see it's weakness and it's strength. I see it's past and it's future. I see it's healthy and it's ill. But most of all, I see it's problem and it's solution.