A Lesson In Kind

No one listens to me
Because no one really
Wants to face up to the truth.
We give money.
We say we’ve done our part.
We, the Fortunates,
Dare to declare our completed task.
We wear little red ribbons
To say “We Care.”
To show others “We Care.”
Or perhaps, just because they’re pretty.
How can we sit and eat and complain?
Why don’t we do something?
But don’t listen to me.
I wouldn’t – don’t, in fact.
I’m not willing to give up my comfort
For someone I do not know
And will never meet to have
A slice of bread.
Because I’m not sure if
I really do

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