Photo by Arnesh Yadram
The only world I know. I wish I understood it.
Perhaps I do/ better than I care to admit.
To know love is to understand its opposite
unless that too must be taught.
Do I get angry or frustrated with the things I lack?
I don’t think so, not if I have these things in abundance.
Not receiving them from others
that which for you is so easy to give it must be administered carefully
what does that say of hatred/ cruelty/ the collateral of our sufferings.
It is not my wish, rather I have not been told that I must cheat my fellow man
seek out his demise/ yet I see the crime/ I know it exists/ I know why.
Far are we from the times where we simply take with our eyes.
We are required to see more/ grasp more
understand what generations before did not forecast.
The world was theirs but it was larger than they knew
some deity that pictured themselves a king.
And fed their world a steady diet of empty calories with no nutrition/ no substance.
And there we starved/ and we passed on the starving
and there are things we still don’t know.
But we see/ we continue to see
And some share hope/ and some share dreams
different worlds/ different fruit/ different understandings.
I want so much to understand.