At This Very Moment Poem by Kong Yin

At this very moment
a young mother is kissing her newborn baby;
a gray-haired woman is crying before a new grave.

One is sweating away in his wheat field;
one is strolling aimlessly in the street.

One is begging for food, dragging his only leg;
one is aiming his gun at a human target.

One is committing theft under cover of darkness;
one is lured from dreaming at midnight
to listen to an ancient gong.

One is hiding in his house, counting his wealth;
one is lying on the beach counting the stars.

One is building a tower;
one is jumping from a high-rise.

One is watching a deafening soccer game;
one is caressing a daisy torn by the wind.

At this very moment
a vulture is flying away;
a dove is flying back.