When the poor segregated
Visible poverty eliminated
When the poor uninsured
Their toll of suffering inured
When the conscience silenced
While the morality diminished
Greed predominant
Everybody discontent
Charity of deeds lacking
Not even an inkling of thinking
Food to the healthy
Power to the wealthy
Freebies to the greedy
Nothing for the needy
Sermon to imbibe
Religion to divide
Holding onto symbols
While the meek trembles
Broader the brush
Simpler the thinking
All news is a one-liner
In depth analysis whither
Where is the harmony
In this cruel irony
Where is the freedom
From our ancient fiefdom
Where are we heading
A land of further extremes
Where wealth drives everything
Deferring our cherished dreams
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Sadly, it appears you may bevery right. The inevitable is happening and words like 'promise' become a different meaning. Good, honest poem there
Thanks. Unfortunately all countries of the world are moving to extremes at various levels.
That they are
Very true words subregi, if only those who have would share with the have-nots the world would be a wonderful place all over.
Andy
Thank you. Everyone wants to be helped when in distress but many “not-have-nots” do not want to help “avoiding the -isms” as an excuse. Without empathy no charity.
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