In whatever need none stands unique
Orphans often rear themselves
By eavesdropping on admonitions
Splashed on peers with living parents
Get up, move out
A short street stroll
Is a soul lifter
If you would but carefully look
Stopping intermittently to observe men
As they go about their duties
As if problems gnaw not in their bellies
Then take a hard look beside you
Left and right
What can you see?
Allow not emotion, love or anger,
Becloud your reasoning
There only are people with the same needs
And more
Now look forward where hope
For fruitful life abounds
Not behind where despair reigns
And there also are drones that drown.
(C) Chris Jibero.2010.
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