Why in a world of so much grace -does desperation thrive?
When men can fresh design some human gene, “one small child” abounds across the globe, still caught in suffering’s bloody hate.
Billions in gold sit in bank’s deep holds, guarded darkly from any so bold to ask for food as babies cry.
Creative genius works to frame some new design to save the world, yet only those with cold hard cash are taken in within the fold.
Why in a world where many seek to protect mother earth from harm and filth, we find her children dying beneath the crush of arms bought from men whose simple vice is making gain?
Innocence is lost when a child seeks firewood outside a camp, while strong men guard with arms the post that politics says defends the weak.
Children sweat and chemicals burn while things extracted grant others multiplayer reality to fight boredom’s sorrow.
Mothers cry and fathers rage as one small child burns with heat, still waiting for the tender grace of one small dose of medicine – out of reach of poverty’s cage.
Why in a world where freedom lives and movement is guaranteed amongst a people strong and brave, do millions tread wrapped up in chains bound into servitude and violence’s pain?
A child dreams of living well, within a home with roof and chair, a bed with one simplistic cover – safety and peace that lasts all night!
A young girl dreams of a doctor’s voice guiding her as she learns to give the gift of life to others dear who wait for hope and healing hands.
A young teen dreams of discovery’s awe, as hope is opened for this earth’s redemption, while all around the tentacles of vice removes the dream and injects a shame.
Why, when so many can see the pain, do systems grind fine the ones who resist the lies?
Students stir awake and cry injustice, yet quickly lose their voice as promotion woos them sweetly.
Idealists convene to plan and scheme and then they silently diffuse their cries as we rationalize that people trapped in prisons hate, have only themselves to blame.
Living calls for action until I’m swamped by distraction’s fragrance that sings a dream that never grants discomfort.
Author – Bill Tidsbury