The first world, the second world, the third world, earth
A child is created, a mother gives birth,
A home is erected, a roof is collapsed,
A body is dissected, a life has elapsed
A man says his prayer, and bows to his knees
A hippy does the same move, and plants a tree,
One world together, three worlds apart,
One place to finish, one place to start
An explosion rocks the street of a small neighborhood in Gaza
Sending body parts flying, floating ashes in the plaza,
Hundreds of people dying, old men crying,
Politicians lying, powers denying
A child fires a sniper rifle, hits his target dead on
While his mother is just outside, mowing the lawn,
A simulated war for a privileged life,
One child’s entertainment, another child’s strife
A woman stands in the traffic, baby strapped to her like a sack
An SUV cruises by her, without looking back,
Another car stops beside her, she motions to her mouth with her hand,
Her child is starving and so is she, won’t anyone understand
He cranks the air conditioning up, and straightens his blue tie
He thinks about the next big thing his money will buy,
He approaches an intersection, and slows his car down,
He ignores the woman standing outside, gesturing with a frown,
He drives back home, to his large fenced in abode,
She saunters away to sleep with her baby, hungry, on the road
Three worlds divided, three worlds in one
One world provided, one world with none,
If only one day, a solution would come,
A balance be found, three worlds become one
This poem is shared with the author’s permission, and cross-posted from his blog, Finding the Balance.
