Our Problems Are Really What They Aren’t

by Shawnong

Our problems are really what they aren’t

A boy in Africa walks miles for a drop

While we are driven in cars to school

Cursing “This is bollocks!”

Stuffing our faces, sloth and gluttony

Though he is laden with the yoke of poverty

We pick our outfits with pedantic care

Yet he is clothed in only his hair

 

Our problems are really what they aren’t

The rich roam in cars, in fleets

Whilst despondent people line the streets

Peas in a pod, from atoms, from dust

Why then, the disparity so vast?

The Government yields the wrath of Capitalism

Citizens suck on the pacifier of materialism

Censored media and propaganda prevalent

Enough of this, has change become redundant?

 

Our problems are really what they aren’t

Earth heats up fitfully in anger

Probably ’cause of unscrupulous exploitation

Profits and earnings swarm their minds

Have we paused, to leave behind?

 

4 billion years, evolving and advancing

Are we actually improving as a race?

Let not our vanity and greed cloud our judgement

Let us not return to the caves

Our problems are really what they aren’t

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