In Our Stead - Poem by Merle Steinmann
Do you ever think
what it really is that
puts you where you are
and someone else where
they are knowing that some
have it better, some have it worse?
How did all of those people come to
live in Pompei when Vesuvius decided
to blow its’ top leaving them cast in lava
to endure forever or for at least a long damn
time? Why them, why not you, how did they
become unlucky and you lucky? What about the
Titanic? Nice ship, all the amenities. Even the band
which played on. Why them, why not you? You like
fancy things, don’t you? Why weren’t you there? Where
were you by the way? Couldn’t you afford the ticket?
What about war? Why didn’t you get into the Rev-
olution? Why not the Civil War? How about the
WW’s, or Waterloo or The War of the Roses?
or what about a fight that’s coming along?
You just don’t seem to be doing your part!
If all you have to do is sit around reading
things that come your way maybe you
need to get out more, get more into
things that are really important
like disasters, wars, attacks,
By the way, if you aren’t
taking part, how are you
occupying your time?
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