Sorrow
We share the world's beauty.
We love the instant contact.
It is very difficult for those
who do not share it's wealth.
To most of the world, those of
us in the west are wealthy
beyond imagination.
Meanwhile, we struggle to
keep bills paid, and wonder
why we don't share either.
A video of the Louvre is free
anywhere, a meal is not for
the hungriest of us.
A live sporting event may be,
access to health care is not.
We are all of one species.
Of our animals, sometimes
thousand of species.
Among us, extreme disparities
seem to some to be nomalized,
yet the dangling carrot for some
is a mirage.
Utopian held to the hope that
mankind could each rise to our
best and at the same time look
out for others.
Could there be a way? As we brace
for yet another storm.
Copyright © Dave Armishaw | Year Posted 2017
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