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July 14, 2013

The two sides of Mother earth

Filed under: Poetry — by Zuhair @ 8:19 am

You eat without a worry

after waiting for an expensive delivery.

Pizza, salads, pie… I can go on.

We both know it’s more than you can eat.

What will you do with what’s extra?

Toss it away before you go to the bar?

You’ll drink your cider at intervals,

chatting with a bar mate about your demands.

What will you demand, dear?

More peanuts with your beer?

Less working hours because

the stress is too much?

More money in your total monthly salary?

Because there’s too little of this and that. What a pity!

And while all this occurs in your side of the earth,

a mother died during childbirth.

Her daughter will never go to school;

she’ll never know art, science or geometry.

She’ll play in the dirt.

Too young to assume she has problems other than a rip in her skirt.

The little boy who lives next door

has lost a limb.

Her father works for almost no gain.

She still does not realize the pain

that surrounds her

while you sit at the bar, drinking and complaining about yours.

 

And so while we obsess about our fortunate lives,

they are forced to wave a white flag.

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Image: bajan.wordpress.com. Retrieved 14/07/2013.

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