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Oh We Don't Care
I'm just one man
living on Earth
of divided lands
like borders of air
borders unnecessary
we are all man
and woman who live
on God's footstool.
Yes, his footstool,
where we spit
and throw our trash,
where we pee
and show our disgust
oh we don't care.
Do we?
We take all the trees
to make our precious
paper, for our precious
money that has
taken so many lives
oh we don't care.
We do?
Then why must
the rich decide to
sip on a martini
in their jacuzzi,
while a poor
innocent child in
each reach of Africa
hopes for a glass of
water to drink
just to have enough
energy to open their
wistful eyes to enjoy
the sun that rises
the next day on this
planet called Earth.
Oh we don't care.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale