Global Arrogance Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The giants stride, with heavy feet,
Across the globe, on every street.
Their flags are bright, their voices strong,
They think they know where all belong.

One giant falls, another rises,
With similar dreams and similar guises.
'Our way is best, ' the new one cries,
Ignoring whispers, ignoring sighs.

They build their walls, of trade and power,
And judge the world, every hour.
They break the treaties, turn a blind eye,
To cultures lost beneath their sky.

They flex their muscles, bold and brash,
With weapons gleaming, making a dash,
To change the rules, to have their say,
And push dissenters far away.

But seeds of doubt begin to sprout,
As weary voices softly shout,
'Is arrogance the only way?
Will kindness never see the day? '

For in the end, the earth is one,
Beneath the setting of the sun.
And harmony, not force or might,
Will lead us to a future bright.

T.M.Solvang