Today is National Poetry Day. If I were a literary dictator, I would insist that every citizen write some verse. But, I’m not, and I’m no renowned poet, either, but a few lines, doggerel form or with flowing imagery should be in my head.
So, with spontaneous zeal, I search for my muse.
The world seeks justice, but not poetic justice.
No one deserves to suffer,
We have the State as a buffer,
To the random chips that we hold.
Our hand plays the cards we are dealt.
But, unless we’re blind, we know that life is not kind to all mankind.
Born poor? Out the door.
Born lame? Out of the game.
Born black? Sit at the back.
Born white? You’re all right.
Born male? You won’t fail.
Born a girl? Show your twirl.
The world seems cut this way.
The world needs this cut away.
Fairness? Stuff of dreams.
Hunger, that makes children scream is too common.
We grow what we eat? No land? Then starve.
The State is the buffer?
But, then why do we suffer?
What a state to be in.