One of my own poems for this Sunday ...

And with no further ado ...


WE And THEY May Tear Our World Apart


This may bring out the best ... and the worst ... in us.
We stand on the brink of a precipice
boldly expounding our views.
We've ignored the things poverty brews
in our mad rush to hold ... and possess
We want only the best, and won't settle for less.
And the rest? Who cares? They're not here.
We've got TV and big cars ... and beer.
If someone, somewhere, is starving and poor,
what matter? He's not here at our door.
We must find some way that Earth's treasures
can be portioned in more equal measures.
But wait? What's that noise that I hear?
It's a clamor of outrage ... and fear.
"The bombs bursting in air" may return ...
for an encore ... and cities might burn.
While we're flocking to see Harry Potter,
they may bomb us, or poison the water.

"No man is an island", some say in disgust,
while they seek to reduce our proud cities to dust.

I hope everyone is having a good Sunday.