The Stage Poem by Edwina Reizer

The Stage



If the world is just a stage
and we're the actors in it,
why do the same ones get to play
the lead roles every minute?

For once I'd like to see a change
take place upon this stage
where the lead characters are the poor
stepping out of their cage.

Where all the minor roles would be given out
to all the power players
who've controlled this drama from the start
having never said their prayers.

And as the curtain rose each day
we would look and see
the poor and needy in front row seats,
the rulers in standing room only.

If this is just a stage we're on
and life is just a play,
then wouldn't it be ingenious
to see them all portray
us.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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