Too heavy
For me.
Poverty stretches through countries
Under bridges
In foreclosures
Cardboard signs begging for help
Distended stomachs
Flies eating the living
As they slowly become the dead.
The world is
Too sick
For me.
Diseases can be treated
But when minds flock to twisted ideas
When what is most hateful and evil
Sounds so good to foolish ears
And threatens to destroy all I love
All I believe in
I feel helpless to intervene.
The world is
Beyond me.
I can only keep my own world alive
Safe
Fed
Happy
Serene
While I send out my letters
To a world gone wrong
And try to connect
To the other safe havens
Huddled up
Frightened
Waiting
For the world to end.
