I am trapped down here
in the flotsam and jetsam of reality.
God’s persistent call, my mind predicts.
Or else …
where does this mind come from in the West?
Creature comforts, devastation elsewhere
while we creatures gather and make a noise
as if hot blasted, but cold,
freezing nothingness into the air.
What type of syndrome?
What type of despair?
When we in the West cry poverty and declare
it’s coming in and we want no more of it –
refugees from who knows where?
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April 12th, 2016
Tags: Meaningful View