Or Would We
Oh, Lord, I think we need a magic knob
that's somewhere on one arm discreetly placed.
When activated, it would softly throb,
alerting us to nearby pain it traced.
At this time, we'd adjust our hidden disc,
permitting us to live another’s woe
with comprehension flowing, at no risk;
a moment, and our fellow man we’d know!
Their physical impairments we would feel;
their cancer growths; their each disease and ache.
Great grief, depression – all would be made real
and wisdom gleaned for everybody’s sake.
Or would we with our gift be soon repulsed
and fill with hate for those for whom it pulsed?
Feb. 13, 2020
For Unseeking Seeker's A Spiritual Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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