My Window With A View.

     This capitalist world drowns us in brutal contradictions, pays for opulence with misery and poverty, buys pomp and power with deprivation and death.

My Window With A View.

From my TV window on the world

I see the crazy ape

build mountains of meat

while, an arms length from my heart

a host of children die of hunger.

We with guilty silence play our part

deaf to tears that drop like thunder.

The crazy ape

casts fish back into the sea

not a length of a sigh from swarms

grovelling in rubbish tips.

Can't we hold our brothers dear,

why no righteous anger from our lips?

Now the crazy ape

hoards fields of wheat

yet, the distance of a tear-drop

hands beg a simple crust of bread,

a ritual only death will stop;

must justice wait 'till all are dead?

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