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Simplicity
What is this feeling
I do not understand
How could you sit by, dad
And let this stand?
I felt the pain of my friend
When I sat there in class
He had almost nothing
Dirty cloths upon his back
And so the next day I asked
Dad please help me help my friend
He is of a different land
His lunchbox full of sand
Help me fill it with food
Help me warm his prickling arms
Help me put a smile on
His face when he gets warm
Never did I think
Man I want what that girl has
I want more in MY box
Give me what Rebecca has
So I look upon the youth
So confused and wanting more
Than the taint they are shown
Who say wealth is the ultimate score
Who is wise?
I think it is the newborn
Fresh with simple eyes
Only wanting to be loved
To love more.
I do not understand
How could you sit by, dad
And let this stand?
I felt the pain of my friend
When I sat there in class
He had almost nothing
Dirty cloths upon his back
And so the next day I asked
Dad please help me help my friend
He is of a different land
His lunchbox full of sand
Help me fill it with food
Help me warm his prickling arms
Help me put a smile on
His face when he gets warm
Never did I think
Man I want what that girl has
I want more in MY box
Give me what Rebecca has
So I look upon the youth
So confused and wanting more
Than the taint they are shown
Who say wealth is the ultimate score
Who is wise?
I think it is the newborn
Fresh with simple eyes
Only wanting to be loved
To love more.
Published 6th Jan 2020
Author's Note
I didn't grow up with much so I always gave more than I had. It is a product of living in poverty and knowing I'd rather starve than let the ones I care for do the same, and origins meant nothing. I didn't even know what race was other than practices that were different than mine. I still feel this way, but the taint of hate was constantly trying to pry its way in, in the name of selfishness and supposed self preservation. Children deserve better than us.
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