If my pencil could permanently erase the stress,
in children and adults with no food in their guts,
no money for their needs,
by folks not hearing their pleads,
living in environment unsafe,
hindering life to succeed,
Using all the erasers in the World quickly, it would be erase
back on to the
Too privileged to feel obligated
witnessing the less fortunate struggling,
seeing small children faces starving,
to walk by distasteful clutching wallets,
sending money overseas to hide their accounts in greed,
living for themselves guard and gated, no vision to fix what is obviously inflated.
Yes, the red ink will dry for those folks in Karma.
In the meantime, while imagination escapes to wish a better fate, for the minority hoods and the kind people, who work long hours for good in the communities,
ASK yourself, are you doing what you should, If you could?