Sometimes Red
SOMETIMES RED
It happens when I see a little boy kick a kitten
Or someone’s three-year-old children
Having a tantrum in a supermarket
And the parents doing nothing but watch it
And I say to myself oh boy I reckon
I could put that kid’s behavior right in a second
With my hard right hand
Or when I read of Bono flying his personal jet and
Helicopter Into Zambia to witness at first-hand the demise
Of lions, which he cares “so deeply” about (tearful eyes)
Those conferences in Paris of heads of state talking
About South America, with starvation and death stalking,
Then adjourning to some palace for dinner and dance
Or David Beckham giving a charity performance
Appealing for the blind kids of Moscow, so “close to” his heart
I don’t know why but whenever I see a politician or upstart
Rich star offering to help some downtrodden
I just feel this way and then I want to burst into sudden
Laughter at the same time to control the feeling
For who’s kidding who? These powerful rich “appealing”
Figures could easily give a thousand times as much
To their ”cause” without feeling the pinch or even a touch
So I guess it’s their minimalism which gets me going
I feel so…I don’t know….well it’s not the knowing
But always the same feeling, and it makes me long
To. . . . . at least the kids don’t clearly know right from wrong
But these adult figures, well I just can’t get my head
Around their attitudes and it always makes me see red.
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( Emotion is anger )
Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “Emote”
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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