Our Choice

Although eyes are opened, how few of us will see What there is around us, or care what it might be? For many shrink from truth, to suit their selfish need, With eyesight that’s selective, troubles they’ll not heed. Although ears are receptive, how few of us will hear, The cries of those persecuted, living constantly in fear. Deafened by the thunder, of righteous indignation; Their pleas silently ignored, by lack of motivation. Although our hearts are touched, by pity and compassion, When action is needed, it’s considered out of fashion. It’s an oft accepted view: that’s Life! So what? It’s tough! Then leave the matter shelved: tomorrow - soon enough! Should we exercise our senses, and open hearts much more To mitigate the plight, that affects the world’s sick and poor It is by our so doing, and the satisfaction Life awards, That we find ourselves blessed, and reap justified rewards. Rhymer February 17th, 2017