brood
do we deserve redemption?
crying won’t comfort us now
are we exempt from
the fever they may grow
to feel in a hundred years?
can they, too, stand their ground?
that which we label our playground
“the future” is what we dub them anyhow
can they have it all?
more than one epic love
I wish to learn of
love stories for the people
and the planet
no! if we have it all
how can they?
how can we sleep
in this sickness?
perceptions of
illusory success
failures dressed
as a game of chess
peaceful slumber is only for
those
upon their cloud of privilege
those
swindling above the sea
of poverty
and disproportion
of politics
and pain
of the overpopulated crowd
and the forgotten savants