Why Is The World We Live In, Unfair Poem by C K
Why Is The World We Live In, Unfair
Sitting in luxury, high over the road
Inside my car, blowing cool conditioned air
Driven around my town, life passing by
Looking thru the window, hidden i spy
Honk blaring, the driver guns thru traffic
Weaving left then right, gifting an odd scare
The window, insulates me with its pane
Insecure within, but allowing me to feign
Soon i notice, my neighbor, just outside
On a bike, in the bus, or just standing there
I shiver and shudder, at the sheer vulgarity
Its loud and clear, no evading the disparity
Blood for blood, we are just the same
Shame builds inside me, tellingly unfair
There's someone outside, not that fortunate
And could this be passed, as a quirk of fate
Grant me this, when i discern these things
That i be able, willing to help and care
Guide me then, to quit thinking and act
Count my blessing, and go make some impact
A refined poetic imagination, C. K. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
We are just the same! ! ! ! But, life is unfair! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A thought provoking poem on the disparity seen in everyday life. Some live in opulence while others in stark poverty. Sometimes we feel guilty being more fortunate than others. A nice poem. Loved it. Congratulations.10+++
Lovely write, especially the last stanza. There are many things in life we see, and then forget, or we look at but do not see, a little introspection can make a world of difference, indeed.
A marvelous poem of the day. Congrats for being chosen....10++++++++
Your words are a reminder of this unbalanced world that we live. Technology brings to us everyday the news and the sadness of the world. We also see news stories of sadness daily in our own country. Little people like us are generous and kind to others yet it is the politicians world wide that can seriously make a big difference. Though many only seek the making of their own fame. A great message you have penned.
A wonderful poem with a meaningful message. Those who have access to wealth must help the poor and the needy. Liked the last stanza. A very noble thought.
Blood for blood, we are just the same Shame builds inside me, tellingly unfair There's someone outside, not that fortunate.. poverty, struggle, fate, big questions.. luxurious life on the one side and sheer poverty on the other. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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The window, insulates me with its pane Insecure within, but allowing me to feign We all are observers of so much vulgarity and disparity in our society and apportion the blame on 'quirk of fate'. 'Go make some impact' should be a common resolve of those who happen to be better off than others.Thanks.