the repetitive stress injury of everyday life
the machination of bodies, arms and legs
hearts beating mechanically, emotions rife
with strained elation; the soul begs
crying for more as days begin again,
days looped in empty first world crisis
kids demand tech, won’t read or count to ten
won’t eat their meat and rice, is
that the way it’s always been?
brown billions eke it out without complaint
not daring to imagine simple riches unseen
the rich/west gifts and cries to be named saint
is it that we really need?
into our golden coffers
stripped of all agency, the poor bleed
devoid of empathy are our offers
still the world: why must it go round and round
open-mouthed screams make no sound
self-actualization sprouts from what seed
what is it that we really need?
(written 20 april 2018)