Rich or poor, our blood flows the same
Yet we watch the reporter tell us which life matters more
Is it one in a small village that happens daily?
Or one in an office building, innocent none the less
Mother nature denied, turned evil by man’s mistrust
The rapture of a small midwest town, or an entire colony of humans absent by the modern eye?
Balanced we might say, but our perceived medium falls quite short
For the unchecked travesties continue to lay plague on the unwatched earth
A universal child’s eyes tells the story of generations to come
If only all of us could see this faultless expression, we would truly understand
First posted on my site The Poet’s Tree
A poem that I wrote a little while back… A simple picture was the inspiration…