We sit upon the fulcrum,
surrounded by inequity,
one side in the clouds, silver spoons
and wealth abounds in profusion,
the other side in mud and filth,
the next meal an uncertainty,
suffering an eternity.
We sit where life is good,
just enough of what we should
and rarely do without,
a warm bed and a roof overhead,
and food at whim, is ours,
little do we struggle to survive,
to know we are alive.
With all our dreams and technology,
why are there such extremes
in wealth and in poverty;
can we not feed a world
and share this earth’s bounty,
to sacrifice the wealth that is beyond any single man,
just to save those of lesser circumstance?
Perhaps capitalist society taints a spiritual heart,
to see suffering at the hands of power, their art,
because they will not relent their extravagant lives,
their egocentric goals and legacies,
when the world suffers from their greed, their seed,
their ability to turn profit, at any expense
including morality, creativity and right,
a sad and heartless state of events.
Perhaps I’m a closet socialist,
but what I see is the body-strewn battlefield of capitalism,
the greed and corruption that stains the world,
surely there is a better way
to care for humanity,
to find some modicum of equity in life,
for too many die unknown, unrealized in potential.
Tony DeLorger © 2017