Last of my traveling thoughts for the time being. For a small town girl, seeing some of the big cities with their contrasts was both fascinating and, at times, dismaying….
Poverty juts up against plenty,
Decadence with decay.
Yes, I believe in carving out your own way,
Hard work being a bedrock of society,
Even a necessity…
Yet, my heart cries at this hopeless and bitter display.
How can one sit in such ridiculous opulence,
Fat and content on his throne,
Without ever noticing his neighbor
In hunger for some shred of sustenance,
Some place to call home?
When will it cease to be,
“Well, I’ve got mine and so all is well…”?
When will we ever stop this
To see the signs
It’s past time to
Lift one another up
From the pits of
Our respective hells?